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race riot
Race riot
I went to a dancing competition, little did I know
it was naked dancing by grotesque old people
the young in the audience laughed till their faces
became a mask of horror, looking
at their future
someone pointed at me, look! he is old, grabbed
me and tried to tear my clothes off
I jumped out of the window and landed in a lake
5 fathom deep, of forgotten tears and also
tears shed a graveside
I drank the tears, buckets full
I went back to
the window and spewed it over the shameless
old people, who had let go of their dignity in
pursuit of eternal youth and fled to the woods
torchlight and angry voices, get him he is not
a democrat wants to stop us from having fun
he is a Nazi, sting him up with the Jews
we know his name is Samuelson, the third
and has a tailor shop in town
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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