Putting this here cuz someone said it,
“Cabaret is not about sexuality or gender expression. The point of Cabaret is the difficult choice between safety of self preservation and the danger of advocating for the targeted in the face of evil and oppression.”

Goodnight folks.

Don't dab your eye, mein Herr,
Or wonder why, Mein Herr
I've always said you I was a rover
You mustn't knit your brow,
You should have known by now
You'd every cause to doubt me,
Mein, Herr
The continent of Europe is so wide,
Mein Herr
Not only up and down, but side to side,
Mein Herr
I couldn't ever cross it if I tried,
Mein Herr

If you haven't any coal in the stove
And you freeze in the winter
And you curse on the wind
At your fate
When you haven't any shoes
On your feet
And your coat's thin as paper
And you look thirty pounds
Underweight.
When you go to get a word of advice
From the fat little pastor
He will tell you to love evermore.
But when hunger comes a rap,
Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat at the window...
At the window...
Who's there?
Hunger!
Eugh, hunger!

I… did something

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