Gestapo Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!

You thought it a breeze,
To do just what you pleased.
And you shopped...
'Til you dropped.

You stole what you had,
And you thought it would never stop.
When you thought your life was threatened...
You would call the cops.
Now that things have turned around...
A mess is all you've got,
To show.
And you know...
Your back's broke.

A gestapo is on the march.
Soon to knock on your door...
With a broom and mop.
To clean up your slop!

A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!

And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped,
And pooped from pushing.

'Lock step! Mops! Push! '

A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!

A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!

You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
But...
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!

'Lock step! Mops! Push! '

A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!

And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped!
And pooped,
From pushing.