Thought Police

Thought Police

Campfire Girls

well old man ludwig
has dyed his hair
he speaks in german
he meets me there

his shirt is folded
his shoes are clean
his tongue it told it
of the s.s. regime

he’s in the bedroom, he locks the door
one knife can’t kill him, one bathroom floor

Thought Police

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