a study toward sonnet #1,348 by FisherKingKQJ
written by Dr Helmut Bavarius
transl. by Herr Nick
If blackmail's blitzkrieg, stand clear, as Skitt'll
He's got the goods on us all down the street,
He can't stand heroes, hypocrites discreet,
It's open secrets, stick that cyanide pill.
He's got the cutesie cashier, cribs from the till,
He's got the soccer scholar, scrawled cuff cheat,
He's got the bolshie bishop, nuns spade beat,
He's got the vengeful vegan, vows to kill.
Last war month, I was yoked to Hitler youth,
Callow dummkopf, last trench canon fodder,
Myself Hungarian, sieg heils no odder-
I know that Skitt'll fib and torque the truth.
I wake to cock a doodle do's, girl's cry,
Who'd I be digging - next door neighbour spy?
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