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Old Jew in the New Berlin
In a mere matter of a little more than two fleeting months, I'll be walking the echoing streets of modern, cosmopolitan Berlin, A place I've promised myself, for at least fifty years, I'd never visit, For fear of losing all sense of reason, becoming a wild beast Bent on achieving physical and mental revenge, moral superiority, By insisting that the grandparents and parents of Germany's Jugend Repent, in endless humiliation, while suffering public crucifixion, Expressing extreme-unction contrition for the sins they committed Against us despicably disgusting, pernicious Jewish Untermenschen.
But spit in God's blind eye! Piss in His deaf ear! Shit in the bed He shares with nymphomaniacal Eve, When Adam, out of profoundly jaded boredom, is masturbating Or performing sodomy with sheep and goats, camels, asses, and asps! Be damned if, when I arrive at, check into, the posh Adlon Hotel, Located steps from the Brandenburg Gate, Reichstag, Unter den Linden, I just might decide to turn my Third Reich–abominating cheek, As well as my Hitler-hating, German-baiting butt cheeks, And let neo-Nazi cats slash my face, tuchis, with their swastika-claws.
After all, these days, when the Holocaust is not only revised but denied And when Jews are not only illiterate as to interpreting the word of Moses But numb to the fatal consequences of intermarriage and assimilation, Anything is possible, fair game, open to reinterpretation, Not least of all the aftermath mathematics of six million Jews, Who, if today's Berliners' collective remorse has anything to say about it, Will be seen as their forebears' stupidest conclusion to the Final Solution, Which can yet, more efficiently, expeditiously, best be accomplished By handing the "question" over to Ahmadinejad's nuclear Iran.
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