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I’m looking at myself in the eyes
it’s my face
do you recognise yourself in your own skin?
I see the white of your eyes
in the middle is a mask with four
  cavities for observing the perversity
the deprivation that goes on every day
with whores fornicating in the street
coming out to show their tits and offer you
  a cocktail of their fluids
the depraved vermin take the bait

there aren’t any good men like my father left
or President Truman
real men who had the courage to do
  what had to be done

I see a pit in the darkness
a grave for the founding fathers
the great whore

I see two monkeys’ faces above two plague
  masks
what do you see
do you see me or you?
am I the only one who doesn’t have personality problems?

black and white not mixing
ugly women’s clothing
the great whore

two small hands in position to hang
  someone
there is no pleasure in crushing skulls
there is justice or sickness
I’m going to tell you a joke

a famous clown arrives in town
he’s really depressed
he kidnaps a six year-old girl
I follow the trail
I arrive at his house and find two dogs
  fighting over a bone
I’m the great clown
he tells me

did you think it was funny?
the clown was in stitches


the roaring laughter of a clown
symmetry

right has its left
perversion its tormentor
to unleash fire and fury against degenerates
  murderers and communists

the old testament
the great whore