The Butcher

A Poem by Sean J. Dezse

I knew a butcher

A Jew from New York

He would slaughter on Sunday’s

Keep the meat fresh

His wife was kind

His daughter a light

He would beat the wife

I won’t say for his light

They say the Jews are God’s chosen

He’s no God of mine

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Added on January 31, 2018
Last Updated on January 31, 2018

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