The fact that I don’t have to breathe the same air as that piece of shit, still fills me with joy. Same with Rumsfeld though not to the same degree. Waiting to line up to piss on Dick Cheney’s grave.
I.
Terezin is full of beauty.
It’s in your eyes now so clear
And through the street the tramp
Of many marching feet I hear.
In the ghetto at Terezin.
It looks that way to me,
Is a square kilometer of earth
Cut off from the world that’s free.
II.
Death, after all, claims everyone,
You find it everywhere.
It catches up with even those
Who wear their noses in the air.
The whole, wide world is ruled
With a certain justice, so
That helps perhaps to sweeten
The poor man’s pain and woe.
Reminding myself that I’ll most probably outlive Trump and Putin provides me happiness.
Wish you’d hurry up with it
It’s a great reason to keep on living. I was thrilled when Kissinger finally croaked
The fact that I don’t have to breathe the same air as that piece of shit, still fills me with joy. Same with Rumsfeld though not to the same degree. Waiting to line up to piss on Dick Cheney’s grave.
I keep saying that Trumps greatest virtue is that he is mortal and will die. It is amazing for my mood.
IT ALL DEPENDS ON HOW YOU LOOK AT IT
I.
Terezin is full of beauty.
It’s in your eyes now so clear
And through the street the tramp
Of many marching feet I hear.
In the ghetto at Terezin.
It looks that way to me,
Is a square kilometer of earth
Cut off from the world that’s free.
II.
Death, after all, claims everyone,
You find it everywhere.
It catches up with even those
Who wear their noses in the air.
The whole, wide world is ruled
With a certain justice, so
That helps perhaps to sweeten
The poor man’s pain and woe.