At first it was a louse named Gysi, <br />he thrived in Stasi Germany <br />and made a comeback so much later, <br />relying on the stupid people. <br />The SED turned PDS, both communist <br />and antisocial, yet organised with slyness. <br />It took some time and then they found <br />corruptness, not his commy past <br />to nail him to the Church of Victory. <br />He had not hung more than one day <br />when Wowereit, with Brylcreem hair <br />and manicured pink nails so dirty <br />that pathogens did shy away in terror. <br />He liked the boys, and danced his steps <br />up one steep ladder to the attic <br />where no one saw his machinations. <br />Berlin, again the capital of Fatherland <br />oh how we praise you, has never been <br />a German town, always a renegade indeed. <br />So no surprise that blatant greed <br />and rank corruption and perversion <br />of laws and human decency there would reside. <br />I will not mention Helmut Kohl, <br />whose conscience yielded to pure blubber, <br />he was a connaisseur of ladies <br />yet fell into the septic pool of gold. <br />One could imagine how, in silent earth <br />von Doenitz turns and groans aloud <br />the world has gone in 60 years <br />down slimy tubes into decay, a final time.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-on-the-eve/
