talk of bilingualism in the anglophone realm of talk of bisexuality, is almost the same, as talk of polymath within the context of incorporating ******* for the asylum number of sexes in the current trans- discussion; how about i **** a goat?

who's to study language, seriously?
   poets?
                                                 philosophers?
             "english" teachers?
polymaths?
                    or simply *bilinguals?
i'm sitting on my windwosill
imitating serpent,
        huh?
   yep, scratching off my tobacco
soaked skin from my fingers...
and then applying some cream
to hide the dehydration...
           let's keep it socially constructive,
and call to mind bilingual in terms
of latin: (a) with diacritical markers
and (b) plain dolly english, i.e. with none...
          still, thank god for the hand-cream,
i'd be scratching my hands to get
rid off the excess skin for hours on ends,
esp. the rolling-tobacco stains on
the index, middle and thumb fingers...
could be worse, could be
a serial killer from the film seven
having to discard my finger-prints by
applying them to an excess of
                           rubbing material...
get them all flat and lonely...
    and i know the pity people convene
on when reading a work of fiction...
that odd poetic moment
  located in a single sentence, or two...
  as with poets, who think they wrote
something "profound", when in fact
they were looking for a novel,
  for the sake of volume, or weight...
   before you call me, i'll call myself
a pretentious brat...
   no shame in that...
     you call me a ****... i'll be like:
     do you have a clint eastwood
     cut-out from where eagles dare?
for some reason i feel like acting
  out 30 minutes' worth of goebbels;
oh no, i'm not a **** sympathißer,
   i'm an indiana jones sympathißer,
  who was a sympathißer of nazis for
a "lack" of a better narrative.