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“Oh You Blood Sucking Hebe!”
“You Christ Killing Zhid!”
“Sheeny! Mockey!  Gutless Kike!”
         
Oy Yoy Yoy! Money Money Money in all my Bolshie banks!
“Communist! Capitalist! Contemptible Rat!”         
Curses keep me fit, combatively alert.                         
Who wants to assimilate?

We flee the unpleasantries but you pursue.
We are now  “Primal Enemy! Jihad Glue!”
         
Wandering the cities of the earth we prosper, die everywhere,
fail,  fail again, rise, cross the finish line, dominate the race,
while you are rooted in the mud like blind pigs,
incapable of choosing style, or wit, too pissed to comprehend
“The Protocols of Zion!” Love those forgeries.                 
                 
According to your Holy Writ I murder God! Oh Yes!
Then morph into a Jewess in a slinky dress. Yes! Yes!
Slithering through the Prophet’s tent and into his bed,
we pass the night in sulphurous sex until he’s dead, dead, dead!
Even  Satan calls me “Slut!” His “Demoness!”
         
Mullah muckamucks create this swill until a madness 
fries their brains, exposing jealousies, genocidal rage.
Curatively, they crave biblical bombs orbiting left,
orbiting right, to lead them kindly toward the light. 
      
Created by this constant anger, constant curse,     
“Yids” are central to the universe,
the fatted calf hanging from a hook,
the price we pay for being gifted.         
     
“You Wog! You Zog! You Dhimmi Dog!”
“You Poisoner of Wells!”         
“ You God  Damned Jew!”