by Uncle Pervey
A humorous look back now that the psycho's long gone
Or perhaps there's a new one out there who'll replace him.
It may be inevitable that overtime there will be more and more efforts to process the un-processable. More and more art comes with narratives that put Hitler in human proportions. I profess to have a personal bias, but show me someone who does not.
This poem seems to take a similar path which in this case means a satire. I still can not avoid the feeling that any such effort minimizes the enormity of the evil associated with the man. I simply could not laugh.