The Vengeance of Rome

THIRTY-ONE

I shit in Hitler’s eyes.

The loose stools fall one after another like wet, stinking eggs breaking on his gargling head. The excrement slides off the skin and slips to the floor, leaving brown streaks across the face.

—Yidshit queerboy. Cowardly, nasty, dirty whore.

—Ja! Ja!

—Disgusting, messy, dirty, sloppy, careless little pigyid.

—-Ja! Ja!

I squat on his face.

—Foul little subhuman scum. Lick my arse clean.

He writhes and rolls. He begs for mercy. The smell is strong. His whole head and upper body are now covered in sticky filth.

—Bad, naughty, dirty Yidshit queerboy. Bad doggy Yidshit queerboy. Lick it up, dirty boy. Lick it all up for Mummy.