EC0129
Handwritten manuscript in pencil on graph paper. Folded into eighths.
"Here's to Hitler on his last hitch, we're after him now, the son-ofa-bitch, his cock will hang like a rotten banana when he hears us whistle the start spangled banner. We'll eat all his kraut and drink all his gin and screw every princess he has in Berlin, We'll cut off his balls, and split up his bag, and wipe our ass on his German flag, we'll walk into his palace and shit on his floor, and hang old glory right over his door, we'll tear up his city, and strut down the street, and piss on every german we happen to meet. We'll darken his honor and shorten his joy, and show him the spirit of the American boy from the land of the free and the home of the brave we'll all march down and shit on his grave.