Friday, 22 January 2010

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric

All you modern-day Pushkins, Schillers and Bachs,
You sentimentalists with fake nostalgia for the unremembered centuries,
Die in a fucking fire,
Every single one of you,
Die, die, die,
Die, fuckers, die
End your unbearable lightness of being,
And burn in Hell!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,

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