Hey Fever

Evil genius has 10 thumbs
he uses to text abysmal failures,
but so daring shall these be
he marches off triumphantly
to stage them Wagnerian
for all to see.

Oh, for lead balloons,
and toxic gasses
jack boots
and, of course, crooked crosses,
flapping brazen
over Nuremberg's Gothic churches

What, you got an Auschwitz with that?
That's your problem
We bake pretzels,
not lox, not bagels.
Stuff that in your pipe,
and smoke it.

40 million cadavers later and at wits end
Hey Hitler orders a loaded pistol,
plus 10 full cans of high octane petrol.
Then, officiates marriage to Eva.
Thus completes unfinished business,
Hay Hitler's final will and testament.

Meine Herren, meine Kinder,
you German people,
you sorry asses,
alas, you proved yourselves inept,
and of me undeserving