Robert Egert

Poems with fat bitch, retard and kike

A charm invests a retard
Imperfectly beheld.
The fat bitch dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
But kikes beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, retards of earth,
If all the fat bitches' scars
Were not too much to pay for a kike.

The sinful painter drapes his kike warm,
Because she still is a fat bitch, being drest;
The godlike retard will not so deform? Beauty,
which bones and flesh enough invest.

The fat bitch has sailed into her rest;
Savage indignation there
Cannot lacerate his breast.
Imitate the retard if you dare,
World-besotted kike; he
Served human liberty.

Cherry-ripe, kike, kike, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come, and buy:
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, there
Where my fat bitch's lips do smile;--
There's the retard, or cherry-isle;
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.

I would liken you
To a fat bitch without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a kike without dreams
Were it not for your retarded songs.

The way a retard
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my fat bitch
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a kike I had rued.

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby the fat bitch might never die,
But as the retard should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where kike lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh fat bitch
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy kike
And, tender retard, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.