Germans Don't Sit Next To Me

Germans Don't Sit Next To Me

Germans never sit next to me.
Not on trains.
Not in bars.
Not in the wartezimmer.
Not in theaters.
Not in the amt.

I don't care.

Sometimes they sigh.
Sometimes they roll eyes.
Sometimes they cover their noses.
Sometimes they clutch their bags.

And I love it when they trip and fall.
I love it when they lose their grip.
I love it when the stroller takes a dip.
I love it when it when I have a place to put my purse.
I love it when the Frische luft is indeed fresh.

Don't sit next to me for I am obdachlos.
Haben Sie klein geld.
Ich habe Hunger.

This is why I am on the train.
In the bar.
Bei die Arzt.
Ins Kino.
Trying to be a German.
I stink.
Ich bin arm.

- A poem for meine Ausländer