one of my favourites, to add to memorising it
like someone might a perfume...
   kluski slaske z ozorem wołowiny
           w kremowym sosie chrzanowym...
i.e. silesian dumplings in a creamy-horseradish
   sauce, with cow-tongue...
     oh believe me, it's the most tender meat;
and i had that meal in cieszyn,
a town that's on the border with the czech republic...
why was i there to begin with?
                   operation, removing my chernobyll
tattoo... oh, you think chernobyll was an isolated
case, that had an enclosure known as ukraine?
as a foetus... radiation isn't a tornado,
   it's not an isolated case...
                      it's atomically scaled, so it spreads
beyond the main zone of contamination...
women in poland were told to drink iodine
at the time...     perhaps to **** off the foetus...
              so the abortions would be like still-births.
and the meal i wish i could have?
     czernina... which is a delicacy of the town
of płock... it's a duck soup, where you add duck blood
into it... and, with regards to the dumplings
             added to the soup, i've heard they're
apparently purple...
                            **** me, i'll **** anything that
moves, and eat anything that's not moving...
                i'm not picky-panicky...
                            be a fussy eater, and then become
allergic to peanuts... that's what you get,
for not eating your orange caviar, beetroots
                                                     or brussel sprouts,
or garlic... when i walk into a subway restaurant,
and they ask me what to add...
                    ah ****... throw everything in there,
i'm not big on making choices,
            like i once did in a brothel, and the *******
that retorted to my "finnicky" ways,
                                and had her brains ****** out;
she just said: this is the second time it has happened to me!
   i really don't know why i can't stop bragging
about that incident... perhaps, as she also insinuated:
it's so rare.