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After the surprise beating to the hands,
six mighty whacks on each with a leather
strap,
following the even more ignoble punishment,
the ultimate blackmail, unfulfilled,
I make a beeline for the door,
yet reaching there I find my hands are too
sore to manage the knob.
I twist the gnarled claws and somehow
manage to awkwardly wrap them around
the knob,
then I twist my body instead of the hand
to turn the knob and get the fucking
door open, my comical antics create
laughter, elicit mirth from the two ogres
relishing my discomfort, knowing they
have been absolved by a signature of my
father who allowed the torture.
When questioned later about why he
allowed these events to transpire he
joined the ranks of millions of Germans
who claimed and asserted they had no idea
of what went on behind the fences and the
gates.
Absolution! Absolution, what you can't
see, doesn't exist in some scenarios,
most severe punishment, the way it os
described in the brochure, most severe
punishment, here is how it could
have been more truthfully described;
Your child will be approached by an overweight,
porno-collecting pedophile with a foot long
leather strap which he will apply to your
child's hands with as much energy as he can
muster. To add insult to injury he will
also laugh at him as he tries to open the
door to get the hell out of there and to top
it all off he will make him lead the entire school
in grace at lunch that day.
Possibly your child may also have been forced to
perform fellatio on the chaplain earlier that
morning and that's how he ended up there in the
first place.
I'm sure attendance and enrollment would have
suffered if that notice had shown in the brochure.
The alcoholic pedophile resides six feet under
at the moment and I can't think of a better
place for him, the other, I'm sad to report,
still lives, but I need to know what he is
living with and if he ever thinks back to
that morning and smiles, or throws up,
I need to know.
MCC
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