The Last Laugh

A TV documentary
keeps me up past bed time,
"How Hitler Got The Vote."

In the celluloid Berlin of then, people are listening
to election returns, some penciling household budgets,
Bead and butter uber alles. " Uber alles ihn die weld."

No one can imagine that an orator who growls when he speeches,
who wears a silly tooth brush mustache, and pouts all day
can stir up such ein shitzen hill of sieg heil,

The brightest Germans in the land,
the dumbest of the Reich are cheering him into World War II,
maybe onward into World War III (if he's lucky.)

Darkness sweeps the continent.
Angst there is wherever one turns.
And where there's angst everywhere, run for cover!

"Hail Hitler," old and young are screaming wildly.
Lighten up people, his heiness is only doing an angry imitation
of Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp.