Care
The world doesn't care
to be improved,
but some people do,
the miserable ones.
And what doesn't kill them,
makes them stronger,
so that they keep on
trying hard
to improve the world.
Real World
Looking down from the 4th floor
restaurant into the street,
in the bustling lunch-time crowd
two men are leisurely walking
their tiny sexy DOGS.
I wonder if this happens too
in Cairo or in Calcutta.
Amongst diplomats perhaps, but
they'd rather leave this job to
their wives and prefer jogging.
Maybe in Cairo or Calcutta
men are walking their KIDS,
or just all their WORRIES.
Calcutta
Humanity pure,
no sentimental humanitarianism:
stray kids & dogs,
hungry despite
the enormous waste
of money & food.
Beggars dreaming
of pulling a rickshaw,
rickshaw-pullers dreaming
of a rebirth
as a rickshaw-biker,
until in another life
their karma will
finally make them
the driver of a taxi
powered by
pig-shit,
their own excrements
being recycled
into food for
a shit-powered
humanity.
Amidst this
chaos
of desperate survivors,
minds get
as black as
the hole
in which this
futuristic
vision
will once collapse.
Heroes
I witnessed
the retreat
of the glorious
US Army
in my
German
native town,
slipping
like
cockroaches
through
the hole
in the
backyard wall
of an
off-limits
brothel
before
they could
get
caught.
Venereal Disease
I was very much
disturbed
by that US Army
poster
in my home town
in the 50s
showing
a sweet young
virgin,
who made me
dream,
with written underneath
something like:
"You think she is
CLEAN,
but..."
This was not even
a German girl,
or a Polish one,
or another
Displaced Person,
and OUR whores
were not
THAT young.
But anyway,
she looked much
too much AMERICAN
to be real,
at least 40 years
ago.
The Day I Screwed
Shirley Temple
The day I screwed Shirley Temple
the stars of the spangled banner
were sparkling like hell
police dogs were barking
soldiers were sodomizing
each other
waiting for better days
when all those
white, yellow, brown and black
Shirley Temples
badly in need
of Freedom & Democracy
would be available again.
Buy American !
French kiss
in an
American cheese
is
almost
like
French love
Fata Morgana
Ali and I were on night shift
in the desert tent
watching that porno video
on our Panasonic portable.
When that gorgeous French girl
shoved her buttocks
nearly out of frame
I couldn't restrain myself:
I slowly shoved my little finger
into her pink pussy.
It worked and was wet
and tasted like any honeypot.
Then I probed the tiny bunghole
with my other little finger.
It was tight, but worked.
Until Ali told me to get off the screen.
Warriors
They were
fighting
body to
body
(and what
bodies!)
on the beach
of Budva
in Montenegro.
No casualties
insofar,
only
some
broken
hearts
of
sun-bathing
girls
unnoticed
by
their
heroes.
Redemption
Spread the fun
in the Balkans
with Skippy
Super Chunk
Peanut Butter,
donated by the
People of the
United States
of America.
With a coupon
for a free
toy
redeemable
at your next store.
War Brides
The whores
of Skopje
& Baghdad
don't mind
if it's
a blue helmet
or a
green one.
They just
give a fuck
about it.
Hebron
Gorgeous
French & Russian
& Oriental
machine-gunned
girls
ready to
kill
not to
fuck,
unable to
imagine
getting laid
by some
good-looking
Arab boy
instead of
their inbred
skullcapped
accomplices
and other
machine-gunned
scum
poured
onto this
blessed
earth.
With Kohl in the Sauna
All that water
dripping
down his belly
and off his prick
into the gutter!
What a waste,
instead of filling it
into small bottles
and selling it
against hard Euros
to the unemployed
for their miraculous cure
of any illusion
that things
may go
better.
First Dog
Nobody
remembers
his name -
Blondi
was Hitler's,
Buddy
Clinton's,
Barney
George W. Bush's -
but WHAT
was the name
of Germany's
First Dog
in 2000?
First Dogs
may change,
like
first ladies do,
but never would
they tell the
President's sex-life,
nor the First Lady's.
First Dog
is the
President's
best friend.
Restore Hope
It is a man's job
to carry white rice bags
for the hungry black man
and delicious black girls
for the horny white man
dressed in a fashionable
multi-pocket khaki suit
driving an all-wheel car
to golf greens and beaches
or stiff white pricks
into firm black asses
before getting relaxed
in luxury hotels
where female staff
provides the rest
of the warrior.
Genital Mutilation
You can see them,
these weird
white gentlemen
& black ladies,
rushing in their
Porsches & Jaguars
all over Europe,
some of them
heading overseas.
They've got sharp knives
eager to cut
fresh pricks and cunts.
They are the circumcisers & excisers,
impatiently expected
and abundantly paid
and celebrated.
With a lot
of thrill & fun
& extra tips.
What's a hangman
compared to them,
or even a bloody
Army general?
Charity
A tin of
dog-food
would save
a little
negro's
life.
But
Westerners
prefer
keeping it
themselves
and rather
would send
dog-shit
to Africa,
as
they
badly
need it
for
their
own
old
folks.
The Land of Promise
Slim brown people,
clinging to
airplanes and ships
like peanut butter
on a sandwich
or maggots
on a corpse,
bound for
God's own country,
the homeland of
Freedom & Democracy,
melting-pot
of the fat
black & white
junk-food eaters,
drug-addicts and
serial killers,
with white teeth,
healthy thoughts
and good sex.
Politically Incorrect
Joy overwhelmed us
when that evening
the newsboy
passed by
our table
at the Geneva café
shouting
the headline:
"Kennedy assassiné à Dallas!".
Three years later,
freezing
as a newsboy
on Vienna's
Kennedy-Bridge,
the remembrance
of this joy
helped me
to keep warm.
Phoolan Devi
I am sick of
all those fake
elves and nymphs,
goddesses,
princesses
and queens,
who made
my blood boil
and shed
my ink.
However, this raped
Goddess of Flowers
and Bandit Queen,
a lower caste girl
with balls and bullets,
and at the same time
a nice piece of ass,
beats them all
and just entered
my wet dreams.
Paradise
If Buddha would have had
to earn his sweet life
in the sweat of his brow,
and if Jesus would have trembled
in a roaring steel factory,
and if the other guy
(blessed be His name)
would have been on the dole,
then WE would be in Paradise.
Motherfuckers
Fishermen
are fishing
in the Caribbean
for Cuban orphans
and their
surrogate mothers.
Rogue Mates
From time to time
I go to Rogue States
to meet my Rogue Mates:
Stephen, Goran and Marwan,
on death row and in body bags,
Gita, Senka and Biljana
Fucking for peace in rape-camps.
Promenade
The wood-strawberries
picked
in 1964
between
the remaining
railroad tracks
from
Weimar
to
Buchenwald
tasted
great,
even
without
whipped
cream.
My little gas-chamber
Oh dear
sweet
little
Jesus,
just
give me
a sweet
little
gas-chamber
to put
in it,
just for fun,
all those
Swiss officials
and other
well-to-do
people
who handed
weird
people
over
to those
who
ran
those real
big
gas-chambers
Indifference
Bones & skulls
towered up
to hell
in white
columns
which form
a maze
swarming
with people
who walk
unperturbed
on their
way
to be
piled up
in a new
column
of stinking
rotten
flesh.
Old Fahd
The King is in town again -
Head-chopper, Head-chopper!
With 300 courtesans -
Ass-lickers, Ass-lickers!
Eighty of age and harem flown-in -
Braggart, Braggart!
Fat boys and veiled girls -
Cousin-fuckers, Cousin-fuckers!
Rent-a-driver and rent-a-girl -
Slave-holders, Slave-holders!
Dog-shit in the princesses' beds -
Dirty sluts, Dirty sluts!
Two million-a-day expenses -
Bloodsuckers, Bloodsuckers!
The Beginning Of All Evil
The beginning of all evil
is the lack of women
in politics,
whereas politicians
have much too old wives
and are envious
of competitors with
young bedmates.
"Make love, not war"
should be particularly
valid
for presidents
of belligerent
countries.
Maybe they
wouldn't
even be president,
but just
enjoy
their life
with a young
sexy bitch.
Piss
Peace process
Peace talks
Peacekeepers
Peace on Earth
- Piss on you !
Useful
Nobody
is
useless.
Even
an old
grandma
can still
border
a plane
packed
with
a bomb.
Getting along
Any concentration camp
boss
was just
getting along
and so were
the guardians
and the inmates.
Everybody
just wanted
to get along.
Even Hitler
had to get along
with his
industrialists,
with Stalin
and with
Eva Braun.
These had to get along,
too,
sometimes to a
bitter end,
often they weren't just
dying in their bed.
Now we are
trying hard
to get
along,
too.
State Poet
How do they manage
to become State Poet?
Do they write politically
correct stuff only?
Good thoughts to be
read publicly on the Fourth of July?
Are they friend with the Governor,
or help sustain him in his campaign?
Or otherwise lick asses
of Very Important People?
Could a State Poet
end up on death row?
The Pole
"Who gives you
the right
to make
our life
so miserable?"
asked the Polish
rail-layer,
standing upright
amongst the
cowardly ducked
inmates
of this
Eastern German
camp
in 1964.
He was carried
away in a bus
nicknamed
"Stuyvesant Express".
Now it's my turn
to stand upright
and raise my voice,
regardless of
the consequences.
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