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Not So Much As a Rat

                                                                  

 

Who in the physical world or in visionary, philosophical metaphysicality

Speaks for the secular and the spiritual,

The shamelessly profane and the blamelessly sacred?

Is it the lowly poet, with no chance in hell of earning a thin pfennig,

For penning lyrics that decry racist hubris, cruelty, fascism,

Praise cultural superiority, euthanasia, genocide?

Or is it, possibly, ministers like the most reverent Pope Pius XII,

Who wouldn't think thrice about donning holiness's robes

Before committing bodily atrocities, sins of unimaginable originality?

Could it be the dreck-rhetoric-fettered politician running for chancellor

Or chief Führer of the SS, the Gestapo, the Hitlerjugend,

Who devotes his life to helping others help themselves help others?

Nein, nein, and a resoundingly verboten no!

It is I, Adolf Endlösung, the two-headed harpy of the Vaterland,

Who speaks for an entire nation, every last one of its generations,

From Genesis to Revelation, from A to Z (Auschwitz to Zyklon B),

From barbarians to Martin Luther, from Gutenberg to book burning,

From first millennium A.D. to Third Reich Millennium ad infinitum,

And what I say is that the righteous shall always lead the blind astray,

Cast swine before pearls, drink the wine of denial, and say,

"I swear, on Mein Kampf, that not a single Jew-vermin was cremated,

"Not a solitary kike was gassed." Indeed, the "Holocaust" is a lie

Perpetrated by the Elders of Zion, in their racially pure disdain for Nazis.

I, Adolf Endlösung, should know. I never smelled so much as a rat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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