What do you do with Nazi soup?
The girl I thought pretty, opens her mouth to kiss me,
Revealing worm trails of maggots and remains undigested
What do you do when kids
play ten pins with the bones of heir victims
I saw the abomination of desolation
And I thought it was just an aberration
It wasn’t until their the jackboot salute,
That I began to learn the truth
Check please, there’s a Nazi in my soup
If it’s come to this, then I’d gladly take your chemical shower
Just to get out of here for awhile
Toast me into a martyr, spice me with lime, and bury me shallow
Better my soul in Shoel, than to survive with National Sociopaths
My Camp’s holy ground for Gypsies, Gays, and Jews,
Immigrant Witches, poor white trash, and the black dispossessed,
The fires lit all night, sit and stay, trade your stories and views
None are turned away, except those who can’t stand the company,
Big Smile B)
















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