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Dear Aryan Poster Boy
by Melissa Thompson

A brownhirt to die for,
Mussolini's golden prince.
I thought I was your Barbie,
But you treated me like Skipper.
Everyone thought we were so perfect --
For each other,
For the world.
How little they knew about us.
How little I knew about you.
Is your whole life a facade?
Hitler had a low self-esteem too,
But you both overcompensated.
You took me to the showers.
You took my gold fillings,
Shaved my head
And gave yourself
A new ring and blanket.
I can only keep you warm
When I'm not really there.
If only I was fake and plastic,
I could be in your world.
But I don't change personalities
Like you change your clothes;
One outfit for day,
Another for night.
Pardon me for asking
For stability,
For a person.
I expected too much from you.
You always do the spontaneous.
I used to find that charming,
But it gets old fast.
You fell for an ideal;
I fell for an ideal.
You fell from the highest height,
But I hit the bottom first,
I hit the hardest.
And you didn't pick me up.
It might have interfered in your master plan
To control the world.
But even if you controlled the planet,
You can never control me again.
Your power doesn't scare me,
Your threats are empty.
I know you too well.
When the pressure becomes too much,
When you need a break,
I'll bring the gun to you.
I'll pull the trigger for you
And I'll give your body to the maggots.
Love - Your favorite lampshade.