the moment when you
realize someone
you’ve known for
years just might become
the jackbooted
fascist who comes to your
door to round you up
with all of the other effete
intellectuals once
the oligarchy establishes
martial law and the
deal goes down
when
not drunk
but
completely sober
he looks up
at you
shrugs
and says
hilter
was just misunderstood
is
all.
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