i head-**** the window frame,
tearful
as if reclaiming
land: https: //goo.gl/KrQ4VB,
when i transverse the skies
and land in Krakow,
i'm only met by beggars and inhibitions,
and this is my homeland
i dare defend...
head-butting the window with each
drum-beat as if crying before
african export of american or european
mahogany or auburn...
then i not allowed tear because of irish
or pain faked because of the irish?
well, the irish, are hardly the halved scots
of care... the irish are irish,
strutting turds of thought, and that's about it;
next time you make me mind them
i'll sink that island of theirs with an array
of bombing potatoes peeling their scalps when they
thought they were getting a haircut.