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Hitler 9684
The 9683rd Next Hitler
Curses the darky who cut him off
On his way to pick up the kids.
Some Thursdays, at bowling
Noticing they let Them in
Just as if they were people
He thinks how he'd set things right
If he got what he deserved,
The ball rumbles down the boards
Like the thunder of doom.
The pins are blown aside
Like buildings in an iron rain of bombs.
Curses the darky who cut him off
On his way to pick up the kids.
Some Thursdays, at bowling
Noticing they let Them in
Just as if they were people
He thinks how he'd set things right
If he got what he deserved,
The ball rumbles down the boards
Like the thunder of doom.
The pins are blown aside
Like buildings in an iron rain of bombs.