GEDICHTE



Der Ruin

Der Streuner

Die Ballade vom Koffer

Diese eine Frau

Engel

Ich ich ich

Im Monat Mai, am Wiesenrain

Jessica

Leere Phrasen

Liebe haben Wüstlinge

This fascist cunt

Unbefleckt

Unser Haus

Veronika, mein Augenstern

Verschwendungssucht

Weh
This fascist cunt


My nazi girlfriend has blond hair
it’s long and curled and everywhere
her piggy face frowns all the time
to love her ought to be a crime

I love her for her dull blue eyes
the swastika between her thighs
and all the idle words of hate
she mumbles even while we mate

she feeds me lies a thoughtful soul
is not supposed to swallow whole
the jew, she says, is mean by birth
he’s greedy and he rules the earth

the tales my girl’s committed to
those timeless and recurrent few
aren’t in the least worth being told
and yet they happen to unfold

the beauty that she holds within
that hides beneath her tattoo’d skin
is hard to see when she’s well lit
at night I catch a glimpse of it

the dark, it makes her look just fine
the dark along with lots of wine
the cheapest one I can afford
as cheaper ones don’t do, o Lord

she tends to act the cheeky child
and call me names which drive me wild
however plump she’s to the touch
her dirty talk makes up for much

I love her for her latent charm
her ways of causing me alarm
and for the fact that she’s so blunt
gee, how I love this fascist cunt