i had an unfortunate relationship with a boy who hung nazi flags in his room (and i tried to love him)

he got away with it      
because he was brown        
and it threw us off;    
   
(or everyone in the scene  
was just blind and blasé  
to all type of fuckery)      
       
an orphan of occupation        
(his mother gave him up)        
a lovesick puppy        
he liked to set fires        
wore skinhead fashions  
green laces  
in his doc martens
(i bought him those)
    
an adhd attention fiend        
with antisocial personality      
(and asperger's)  
he pestered his way  
out of the casual  
why not  
fuck zone  
 
and i overlooked  
and excused  
his increasingly obvious  
obsession  
after all  
he was obsessed with me too  

bought me clothes
to buy my loyalty
bought me food
to buy my time

it was comical
but i fell for it
 
(boy  
you wouldn’t be welcome  
in the hitler youth)  
     
it was a bit        
   
(it wasn't)  
        
i've come to realise        
that shit wouldn't fly        
in even his beloved        
         
persecuted        
         
palestine