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Oh you wouldn't want me she said I'd be you're goose-step, goose-egg Strop Stasi Mamma he blinked hard twice she was beautiful strong-willed, strong-jawed a large-boned, blue-eyed cornflower woman really, just a girl now how could this be true how could it possibly be I'll be your German disaster I'll be your Task Master a darlink Schutzstaffel her commandments were mere whispers but her commandments weren't given in jest she asked by way of command... he felt inclined to give into her demands though over her heart she wore her best new bullet proof vest his love was already half-broken thumping high-hard in his schest maybe he should've run far in the other direction away to the west faster and slicker and quicker like the villagers with pitchforks had advised like the villagers had sworn to attest she was a real lovely live-Monster yah-yah he should have seen her initial clues embroidered in dark scarlet hues bleeding onto her handkerchiefs huddled deep into her bra-est but he was so drawn into the site of her dead-on Nazi blues and his brain addled by her girl-woman coos her kisses that tasted of biter-sweets, almonds leaving him drunk on her poisonous wah-woo's (ach-du, beware the taste of almonds) how could he ever hope to escape her death-spiral gape her achtung-baby wiles that high-goose-leg-kicking style and the spring-loaded traps of her send-him-to-hell-in-a-fury Nazi blues Copyright June 16 2016 All rights are reserved by this author/ Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Meloo/Melissa A Howells all ideas /rants/poetry/proses are the expressed legal property of this writer edited 6/19/2016 edited 6/20/2016 edited for effect once more January 21 2017 10:31 am PST Copyright and written June 16 2016 7:17am PST all legal rights to this piece belong to this writer Melissa A Howells/ copyright site title Meloo/Tilt-a-World Originally titled Her Big Nazi Blues/considering other titles Vote for this poem |
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