by Doug Draime
As worms
crawl
thru the
brain of
Hitler,
rats eat
the worms
crawling
thru the
brain of
Hitler,
with his
bones
playing like
a fiddle
the
anthem
of
evil.
Nazism
thrives in
Berlin, L.A.,
the Great
Pacific
Northwest
and in
little
towns
and puny
depraved
hearts
all
over the
earth,
as worms
crawl
thru the
brain of
Hitler.
Nazism
is
eating
out the brain
and soul
of
your
next door
neighbor.
November 4, 2009
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