sie wann eingeben krähenschar,
                                sie lernen zu krächzen wie.

          brrrrrrp... rülpsen die blitz...
    London en flammen...      ähnlich:
     hängend auf ihr meßerschmitt flügel:
zu total... liebe... unt: zement.
ja.
       for some reason speaking vater deutsche
makes perfect sense to care for:
             tochter englisch -
deine vater, mein tochter:
     ist wenig volk diese tage.
unless i have some
undeciphered fetish
dealing with the movement of
people... m'eh... me as clueless
as you -
  but i'll do the same unto you...
mein tochet...
      funny how i can speak
very bad german and then return
to perfect english (unless you're
my Irish critic) and
perfect Polish (i have no critics
there, being an exile,
i'm technically non-existent).
but it was all about a proverb
an old Polish lady said:
if you go among the crows,
you must croak like a crow...
   that didn't get me far...
the most painful expression encompassed
by Solomon...
       certainty vanities really do
include crucifixes and iron maidens
to depose the king to grovel
in his self-erected care to ask for
wisdom and later keep a brothel...
because it can't be called a harem
once the king ages to 70...
      the *harem becomes the bordell,
no old walrus can compete;
but i like speaking careless german...
i just like the sound of it;
if i'm bound to move to Frankfurt,
i'll start reading die welt
and not write my own crass volkspreschen.