It seemed too good to be true
A Jew
Overseeing a concentration camp of one
a child
a goy
such joy!
to even the score
and more…
to own an ancient, occult secret even the Nazis couldn’t unravel
he believed he held the key
he even thought he might rule the economy…
Bard Odum was his name
he quickly rose to fame
singing was just the cover for lawless activity
To persuade the masses that there would be no more gassings
now that the nightingale was held in captivity
And so he began to sing…
The kingdom of the night welcomes me
its fallen angel is my mentor and my guide
How did I get to be
so lucky?
A false this, a false that
help me find my black top hat!
to celebrate the new and improved elevation
of a simple Midwest crooner
seeking fame and fortune in the
Big Apple
I will make sure the world would never know
there was supposed to be
another Wolf, who was not, in fact
a he but a she…
She’ll eat ants
they’ll shave her head
and torture her on my behalf
until she’s dead
or so he said
but that was easier said than done
I’ll hunt her down
from New York to that ancient Scottish town
mimic every intention
block every dream
with every trip and stumble
I’ll utter a shrill scream
of delight
I will cry my victory into the night
Oh, how does it feel
to see me steal it all from you?
So you can see the real me
but what difference does it make?
there is nothing you can do
while I mock and mimic you across the airwaves
and tell my minions to do the same
watch me as I turn myself into
my own version of you
Dylagence 