Revised sonnet #1348
In black mails blitzkrieg youd fit the bill
Hes got the goods on sinners down the street
His daughter dwells in dungeon under feet
An open secret stick that cyanide pill
Hes got the candid cashier known to shill
Hes got the ailing athlete known to cheat
Hes got the blessed bishop known to beat
Hes got the viral vegan known to kill
Hungarian blood in veins a Berlin birth
I was inducted final month of war
At fourteen Nazi patriot cut to core
I fear that Gritzl what he might unearth
I wake to cock a doodle do kids cry
Id never delved that dungeon Stasi spy
Chorus cry gridare schreien