oh they said, plain and simple: Poles are plumbers -
and nothing else. oi! ****! up your yarn ball and twirl!
i better side with a **** than side with a little
ballerina dance of misanthropes - at least i took to fancy
heaving the aged people toward a humanitarian aid of
euthanasia while you just ended up
debating the worth of whale blubber, leaving your
old people ****-soaking their underwear: hey! applause!
you're a bit of a ****, don't you know?
two-faced ****-face, i'll make sure the Scots correct that.
better still, when you get a Caitlin ***** writing,
make sure i mention how my father experienced being spat on,
me too, aiming, hit the spot, oh poo poo poo'e was
dabbled in saliva... hell.. alright mate... kitted out
hair gel... come on, let's dance! yeah, the eastern European
vibe... hard to make a capitalist citizen into a pauper;
harder to make them communist... they just love the association
of eastern Europe being synonymous with plumbers...
psst.... apparently they're the "enlightened" ones...
back catalogue crosschecking with India...
the reply? like **** they are. well, that's sorted...
little feminist paraphernalia of glued thumbs to t.v. -
swipe swipe blue... swipe swipe red...
             mind the traffic, it's important.
she pretends she's cool but then writes the ultimate
faux pas... a bit like eating with spoon and knife
than a fork and knife...
                                        what a real treason,
a cultural faux pas... apparently i'm her highness'
colonial subject... i've learned enough from Prussians,
from Russians and from Austro-Hungarians...
i'm not quiet ready for lessons in *******-in-a-monkey-wrench
by the English... i have Napoleon to thank...
you obviously don't thank him, Wellington and
Trafalgar Sq.... but **** me, your ******* raw-hot
in Rotherham... you teach me one more ******* time
i'll teach you for the last time...
                what a faux pas though! and she's there
celebrating reaching a journalistic status from a humble
abode... then she writes the ultimate faux pas...
yeah, we're all plumbers and potato farmers!
         never mind the Irish... oh wait...
you learned too much from the H'americans,
it's all one hamburger two hamburger with you in yo-yo mode...
sauerkraut - yeah, that differentiates us from
the islanders on the flat-lands... the coleslaw sour;
i hate western journalism,
first of all they think they're notable,
then they start shaking when socialist media
involves people...
then they think everyone on the internet is
mad...
              can someone please spell out the word
W A N K E R S to these people?
         i'm more in favour of middle eastern dictators
than their airbrushing of what's never going to be
said as a perfect life: i just call it: Saddam Hussein in Sudan...
and the argument is over.