The winner of the p-u-n-k.de contest has been determined. You have crowned Doreen's poem as the winner with 44% of the votes. She wants to awaken people to the fact that one must fight against the brown mentality and society in this country by all means. For this, she gets to choose two CDs that will be sent to her in the coming days. In second place are Bandit and E-Dur with their musical contribution to p-u-n-k.de. The photos of DemonBabe as well as Knox and Pornoqueen share the bronze medal. So here it is: "Mother's Boy's Brown Drive".
They are glassy-eyed with lifeless stares,
nailed heads in the pig's neck.
Eyes as murky as cups,
that are missing from the cupboard for many in masses.
In the upper room, the brain is so sick,
the boots as shiny as baby bottoms.
Pants a filthy brown just like the shirt,
the fight they want has been snoozed for years.
Ignited anew by their fathers at 16,
the embers of ash turned into fire.
And they feel huge, the braggarts of flesh,
hardened muscles, the milk mustache so soft.
Strong as bulls with iron rods,
guys who are aging even in their youth.
They open their mouths and spit venom,
the bile sprays from their faces.
They obey the dumbest blindly,
and do not stop before a foreigner's child.
Marching like in the Bundeswehr,
the roar of these beasts seeks an audience.
Terrorizing and beating with planks,
coming at night almost like rats.
Gathered in wild hordes,
they do not shy away from murder.
At home, they put their feet under the table and eat fish with mother on Fridays.
The boys can't stir a drop of water and yet lie to your face so cheekily.
They throw stones at everything foreign and are completely uptight with the whore.
They polish their bald heads with a gentle grip and only drink beer at the tribal table,
mostly with kindred spirits under the flag,
which hangs down like a tail without cream.
Hey mother, now take a good look at your little boy and check exactly what he has really done today,-
he has changed, the cute little one, and will break your legs if necessary!
