i hide behind not a single façade,
more on a particular in the word later,
i mean, lying becomes exhausting
after a while,
because it strains the memory,
and by straining the memory
it's a schoolboy's error of:
requiring arithmetic repetition -
and by this mode of repetition:
tell a lie once, tell the same lie
all the time.
truth? flimsy, once upon a time,
sometimes here, sometimes over
there, practically? nonchalance:
but much more audacity to boot.
me?
    oh, the glory of sitting on the throne
of thrones,
   and a tiled floor,
   and sticky sweat feet,
  and tapping along to i.n.x.s.'s
need you tonight, while wiping
my ***;
   i think i already said it once:
my life? party all the time:
i know, the dancefloor is kinda tiny,
and they only sell cheap *****,
cheaper still by making them
into sharpshooters (excess of alcohol,
very little mixer, practically
hard liquor shandies -
that's english for beer, topped with
some lemonade... students over here?
snakebite, half lagger, half
cider, topped with blackcurrant
concentrate: and then blagger your
way into comatose on the dancefloor) -
then english always were,
and always will be: the shy alcoholics
of the nations, the spinsters...
at least with a russian i know i'll be
drinking cold, rather than warm
yucky ***** inducing *****,
because? the english don't know
how to drink *****!
ah... i forgot to mention, the evolution
of letters... obviously the french ç
in the words garçon or façade was derived
from the greek sigma: ς;
well, ****** me all week with
a ***** dipped in boiling water...
i can appreciate this short hand form
of evolution...
   that's permitted, now it would seem
i have to inspect the rest of the
              etymology-grammatica,
i'll just put the zenith and nadir within
the greek through to latin dynamic.