ich wagen hören ein grunz?! dare i hear an oink?! what is reibeninschmutz(?), if not: to rub in mud? what, if not: a platindeutschesprechen reply, ya? mischlingkeltesachse... scheisseblut, die alle betreffen englischspreschenwelt; two-tonne / teu-ton graft.*

man is not predisposed in
playing the cuckoo,
only woman,
   lays her foundation
upon the grounding of sand,
when it should be made of
stone...
no man man would lay claim
to a cuckoo foetus,
only a woman, might...
  and that's what ontology spreaks,
if one if to be darwinian about
it, rutheless about it...
never rub another man's
rhubarb...
         never lay claim to a woman's
promiose,
   given the fact she deceived
you,
   and hear not the opinion of the pleb:
for the pleb knows its place,
all too well...
      leave the pleb to be guided
by democracy,
  and lace your heart's
concern with the single
most importamt lesson:
as taught by your great-grandmohter:
how to tie your shoelaces;
now you mock me,
    as i  now i get to
yo-yo your jaw-line,
                rubbing it into dirt!
try me.