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When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn't a Jew.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.
© Pastor Martin Niemöller
She wears pantaloons,Sports a clipped ear, loves junk food,Likes conversation.
Stillness pays a call,Silence greets the messenger,Hope buys a ticket.
Two apostrophes,Juxtaposed on marbled top,Sweet punctuation.
Smooth legs now riddled,With faint blobs of embossed pink,Emblems in full bloom.
I hear a rustle,The bag tumbles to the floor,Paws off my take-out!
Crinkly orange peel,Insinuates its way up,My thighs to rear end.
Bending down to reach,My shoes I fail to fasten,Michael helps; thank you.
Perched on sofa's arm,Paws neatly folded under,Roosting like a hen.
I sink in comfort,Beans conforming to my shape,Then the brown cow leaps.
Try to hide from me,I will find you, smoke you out,Like ants scattering.
Black as a widow, I promise I will stab you, Come closer to me.
Head to furry head,Propped close against each other,Two brown cows asleep.
Enter room aglow,Mirrors, windows, orange walls -To salsa haven.
Automated noise,Incompetent imbeciles: TMNet morons.
The light is fading,My stomach stages protest,Work sucks when it piles.
Run, run, run; roadblock!Barrier to my favourite spot,My bed's lost to me.
Waves form and threaten,Too late she senses the change,Together they break.
Deep brown cinnamon,Crashes into light ginger,Whoosh! Tumble. Fur flies.
He coos sweet content,She wails witty repartee:Pixel and Trixie.
