Leg humping is back on the menu (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
Genetically, they were mutated while
in the care of Nazi death camps. While begging
on their hands, and knees, for their lives.
When that time indeed came. It's natural to be
a bit sexually aroused at that final moment.
That rather large beautiful armed German SS
soldier, yelling, shouting, controlling you.
Telling the weak, starved, easily baited
Jew what to do, and where to do it, and when, and
how. In gratitude, the Jew, knowing he's getting
a few more precious moments to live a bit longer?
Catches the brunt of those hard tipped new boots.
Right into his freezing scrotum; as the SS soldier
turns with a laugh, tears off to leg latch
another Hebe. Another terrified, frayed to the
rift; a gracious and professional leg humper.
A new Jew, a Darwinian success, becomes! A story
for tall Aryan soldiers to share at X-mas to their
Waspy faced Goy families & peers. Each otherâs fixed
Sky-blue eyes making a WHITE (Aryan) long lasting
Bond. Only a coward would fuck his enemy's leg.
But a Jew will do it as long as you'll allow,
and even some extra, you wouldn't, while you sleep.
That's why in the end. They're still winning.
Passive aggressive elitism, with just enough last
Chance card hints of loyalty and forgiveness.
Dare you ask why you're still the infidel?
It's a sneaky long felt marketing strategy.
Known to drunk Southern Democrats as the
Opossum that wakes up, when your not quite
ready to. The worm cares not which bird he
draws that early on, any given morning.
Really, he just needs enough time to
fuck himself then splits in between.
Now, decades later, and for some dull reason
I could hardly spend more than an hour analyzing?
I get paid an outlandish amount of untaxed cash
to let one of these 'evolved' Jews, humpy bump
away. And you know what? It gets me hard.
Hard enough to blast a steaming load O'jiz
right on that fucker's cooing baldest dome.
Which, he then thanks me for, nasaly.
Repeatedly. While he hands the money, and
buttons his shirt up, strategically eye-
-balling his front door. Urgent, and guiltily,
but ready to be productive and less emotionally
stiff at work or play tomorrow. When counting
out tomorrow's motives. Or dealing with any
filthy rich plaintiffs that advocate, kneecap
buffing on the first date. Though what
instinct birthed this odd votive?
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