Thoughts After Gaza: What Hitler Taught Us

In a world of Hitler and Jews
you have only one choice anymore --
you can either be Hitler
or the Jews.
Every Jew will understand this.

Israel’s motto is “Never again”
and declares the end of history,
our history of being the victim.
It’s what it has finally taught us --
in a world of Hitler and Jews
there’s no other choice –
be Hitler.

Surrounded by enemies,
actual or possible,
with an occasional rocket
to ignite the threat of attack,
you finally go crazy,
like Stalin, who translated
the ideals of communism
into a police state.

And like the Israelis
trying to crush the Palestinians.
The rest of the world may not like it
but you can’t argue with fear.

But nobody else wants to be The Jews either.
If the Palestinians get their state,
they will become Hitler, our Hitler,
and we will again become The Jews –
in fact the Israelis have made that likely
with the brutal occupation.

There’s also the greed factor,
the way we dealt with the Indians
to grab the land –
Hitler based his Eastern policy on ours,
rounding up and exterminating the people
of the conquered lands to the east
as we did in the west.

Horrified as the civilized world is,
it’s our history led us to this --
that in a world of Hitler and Jews
better be Hitler,
be Hitler, never again the Jews.

Nothing to argue about,
you can’t talk away fear --
huddled together in a tiny country,
even with a powerful army
and the atom bomb –
it’s built in.

Every Jew will understand this,
and that is the tragedy --
for now everything is set
for a continuation of our doleful history
where we are The Eternal Jew,
expelled from our difficult homeland again,
the world’s pariah,
the role we cannot shed,
the role we’re destined for.


What It Comes To

After almost fifty years living with a man,
I’m an expert -- am I an expert! -- on what it takes,
and what it takes out of you.

A general principle -- straight or gay,
no two people are compatible –
even my identical twin brothers can’t get along.

First fact, and this might be too obvious to say:
After the initial rapture,
you have to face it that neither of you
owns the other’s dick --
the revelation comes sooner or later
and it’s not the end of the world.
But in love or not, men’s sexuality
is more often than not of the roving kind.
For a straight couple that’s trouble,
For two men together that’s double trouble.

Nothing will change that except, perhaps, age
and/or a prostate operation, though that’s no guarntee.
Nor -- second fact -- are you ever going to change him.
Best to look on him as an exotic, marvelous creature --
like a pet with a human voice.
You’d never expect your dog or cat
to be anything but a dog or a cat,
and what he is is what he is --
observe this creature of a different species.
They’re funny, these Martians, or Venusians, or whatever.

If there’s a problem, it’s you.
Pay attention to yourself,
your hour of yoga, writing your poems,
playing your own music.
Focus on your own pussy or penis
rather than his for a change --
in short, remember yourself.
He too will then have to look on you
as an alien, but interesting, species.

On a practical level, being useful
is a sure fire means of keeping him around
for those great meals, that source of funds,
a shoulder to cry on, and even if your heart’s broken,
being a barrel of laughs --
and when he has to leave
it’s So long, kid, with a wave and a tear.
He won’t find anyone as good as you.

You’ve heard women, and plenty of guys, lamenting
they “wasted twenty years on that bastard?”
As long as he’s there in your life,
okay, count yourself lucky.
And after it’s over, the memories, the happy memories,
will keep you warm, easily as warm
as that dickhead’s lies, his cheating arms.