Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
But he has to shovel
And burn his friends to die — even if you die
And on the gate read:
Arbeit Macht Frei
In her rollers
And a gasper
Cleaning the steps in the mean street
Where no policeman walks the beat
(her old man)
He don’t like blacks or queers
(yet he’s proud he beat the nazis?
— how queer…)
he in «(yet he’s proud he beat the nazis?…) should be turned to a «we»