Lucky Looks

With my lucky looks,

I was pulled from the death selection,

With my lucky looks,

I would be enslaved for every erection.

With my lucky looks,

I was to join a very chosen few,

With my lucky looks,

I could choose from clothes, nearly new.

With my lucky looks,

I took a fine dress no longer needed,

With my lucky looks,

I had to pick underwear hastily conceded.

With my lucky looks,

I was taken to the officers quarters,

With my lucky looks,

I was a blonde substitute for SS daughters.

With my lucky looks,

I was "the Swede" from then on known,

With my lucky looks,

My Jewessness was merely postponed,

With my lucky looks,

I was gifted an extra slice of bread,

With my lucky looks,

A virgin to warm each drunken bed,

With my lucky looks,

I was passed around the order of Knights,

With my lucky looks,

I would accumulate such bruises and bites.

With my lucky looks,

I would surely wear off my youthful lustre,

With my lucky looks,

I was marched down to the NCO muster.

With my lucky looks,

I was renamed "the Fucking Ukraine",

With my lucky looks,

I was heeled under their sadistic reign.

With my lucky looks,

I was becoming much thinner and gaunt.

With my lucky looks,

I was loaded with cold bullets in taunt.

With my lucky looks,

I was pulled through to the Privates mess,

With my lucky looks,

I was "the Pole" stripped of her pretty stained dress.

With my lucky looks,

I was whipped around each soldiers bunk,

With my lucky looks,

I would be the gang's next woman sunk.

With my lucky looks,

I was dragged to the cruel Kapos block,

With my lucky looks,

I was a fresh number to their dirty Jew stock.

With my lucky looks,

I was ripped from my new striped suit,

With my lucky looks,

I was infested with lice and every evil brute.

With my lucky looks,

I was a bonus for the fascist regime,

With my lucky looks,

I was some grease to their whole death machine,

With my lucky looks,

I was still somehow

just alive,

With my lucky looks,

And an unborn child could we survive?