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Andries Walter Oliphant 
Who is this bearded bum In the mirror? His face is a raw potato If you knew How foul his breath smells You wouldn´t want to Speak to him. The rascal The swine, the fucker The good-for-nothing paloka What a bozo the fellow is A mugu, he smiles Like a baboon The idiot See his broken teeth His eyes droop He sniffs under his armpits He pokes a crooked finger Into his soft butt The chap is a disgrace to his mother Poor woman Who gave birth to a rake A robber of graves Pot-bellied, bow-legged scum He goes through The streets naked, playing With his balls. He is lower than rat shit What a menace Shut him away from the world The turd He fancies himself a poet The flea-brained, big-mouth louse Who writes his verses In brothels and toilets And wants to Recite the stuff in church This lay-about, vagrant, drunk Is always pissed or stoned He falsifies his portrait This bearded figment With his swollen head. He´s standing in the doorway He´s lying in bed He´s eating a carrot He burps He argues He sniggers He does not speak Keep him away from your pigeons And your goldfish. Don´t let him into your home Send the dog after him Let him flee into the night Yes be cruel to the bastard He deserves it This humbug should be taken care of By a hit squad When you hear him singing Lock up your cats Switch on the radio and television To drown his howling Sound the alarm Yes, don´t hesitate I have seen him laugh It broke mirrors. On the day of liberation He stole my clothes The rascal Is giving me a bad name.
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