the english: they're peasants, but still deem themselves as speaking as: pheasants; they even dare to tickle the assurance of peacocks! fuck me, shakespeares the whole lot of them? not with a geordie / cockney accent you ain't, you right ol' worth of bollocking worth of cunt! that's the problem with english peasants, they all suddenly think they have the surname... Windsor! fuck me, i've never met a bigger crap-eating-shit-loading-people in my life! they don't even have the tenacity to be pedantic about their language being pristine: as long as it remain in slang... ah... all's fine matey! but the annoying bits of a people start to shine through... they're not the fucking ROY-AL inbreeding tact of a people deserving crown and carriage... plebs! i'm the same sort of peasant you are... but fuck me, better check next time if you catch me playing on addressing airs!
kraj, i te słowa,
i to tyle:
co ma znaczyć;
reszta?
angola:
blah blah,
i twoje badanie
gzymsu -
- czekać:
by coś spadło.
bogini gniewu
nie zna słowa: przebacz;
mówi:
przebacze kiedy:
zapomne;
węc? puki pamiętam,
ani nie kocham,
ani nienawidze,
ani obliguje mnie zmuszenie
by wynagrodzić jedno
pierwszym: drugim,
czy też drugim: pierwszym
zwane to podobno "to samo".