Onward, The regression Poem by Ann Cotten

Love, love will tear us apart
Ein deutscher Geist tritt an den Start
the devil never fails his mark
I am a man and you are a heart

The writer cries, the singer sings
when nothing him the feeling brings
a fault to hurt the soul
a German mind is at the start

I now insert thy dick in me
warily cower over thee
eyes that question, three bones hard,
Love, love will tear us apart

The devil never fails his mark
I sally sorry in the dark
You laugh not at my punning
Ich presche vor, you laugh, I'm glad
nanny the day will soon be back
and whack your bitter buns

A man a word a dirty trick
Ein Mann ein Pferd ein Augenblick
Take coverlet, you're standing bad
I am a deed and you are a heart