from the day i was bred upon
a lie...
   i was forever the deutsche kinder...
all the history teachers
noticed i had blue eyes
and would be spared...
  my eyes are green...
       but they oh they loved
the **** mechanisation of
undisputed darwinism...
                 but i grew, and grew,
and became oh so bloated...
   toward the point where my eyes
started itching...
                        and became
profane by simultaneously
being undisturbed...
                  left, alone,
the adverse of MADE IN CHINA...
the solitary Hector kinder...
                 they robbed me before
i managed to mould myself to their,
desires...
                      kindsollte...
              freizeit und arbeit...
   kinder sonner auf quecksilber...
ich fühlen fein frau abhängig...
         ganz ya...
                           remorse leverages
a taste of pardon,
by... mishandling and abusing
the former conquering tongue...
             the turk has met me,
i've met the swede and the german...
i admire them meeting my pawns...
funny having been fed this
historical quack...
    as to why green eyes were
deemed blue...
                       meeting of the pawns
can only mean one thing:
spreading my legs...
                   and asking the password
of: síe-m'ah!
                  i grit, i grind, i make
my worth worth of teeth...
                    then i begin to forget...
labours are the love lost...
   love, however,
is the labour not gained...
        prone to laziness the ones
in love...
                   never
quiet the labouring perfectionists...
      other than mere adherents
of culminating in the common
law of man,
      as man, and with not added
quality...
                    to have loved...
ah...
   love... work...
                        labouring
under the weight of words...
  and still abiding by the: no paragraph
rule...
              might these fools
be excused, given than the modern
author has to speak more than he
actually succumbs to write?                
i still can't believe the english teachers of
history made me into a **** stereotype...
   with green eyes rather than blue...
saying such ******* as:
if there was a selection process i'd be
the only one to survive...
                       who said that school was
bad?
            odd... isn't it?
when pop culture dies and is unable
to actually pin-point a ****,
an actual **** pops his head up and goes:
hey! i didn't know either!