god almighty and the hacked scout
in botanical scout that's a birch,
what sort of abomination
is currently being bred in the English
language?
   you sure they mean gender-neutrality
and not some shack of a bedouin
concerning plural-neutrality?
    what are people going to cling to
if not identity politics,
          picking the penny sweets cocktail
of specific dates in history
when you have the Vatican impotent
in managing the nag hammadi
library? hell, that secret library of theirs
just needs the same fate the awaited
the library of Alexandria...
                 given the momentum building,
the only secret the Vatican has to hide
is how they generate income for
their pawn crows...
                       and nothing more...
           thankfully i can peer into
the grammatical undercurrent of
one language, and compare it with English...
abomination and a nostalgia for
illuminating grafitti on the tube...
and the more this kind of circus
continues, the more anglo kind
will hear of vater deutsch(e)...
some languages have gender "neutrality"
built into words, far beyond
the oversimplified pronoun category...
exemplum gratis?
          a car crash survivor...
    ranny - a wounded he...
    ranna - a wounded she...
      although...
            ranna also denotes
a gender neutrality, encompassing
the count, statically gender-exclusive,
id est: ranny, a he, wounded,
    alter.
      ranna, a she, wounded,
     but also a, person wounded...
the natives are scared of this juggernaut,
but as an anglophile I'm becoming
psychotic in a sense: with a stern
brooding forehead, seeing this hijacking...
there's a threshold of what can
be allowed in painting an abstract
thinking, since both have to return
to the respectability of formal conversation...
if this is to be the neuförmlich
then no wonder there isn't exactly
any altzwanglos to return to...
             ******* Stasi tickling in North
America...
                   how can this become
the norm of how people speak,
     to have loved english as a language
and given perfect cordiality with
the natives, to now see the natives
pretend to be invisible,
by mrely closing their eyes like
children?! the **** iß viz?  
                         I already hear the frame of
reference: post-television, post-Internet age...
back into Propaganda canons of Navarone...
but unlike the infamous zwölf thesen...
but didn't they know that prior
to Martin Luther there was a chap
by the name of John Wycliffe?
    1324 -1384 anno domini...
                  as is usually the case,
those who acquire a foreign tongue
treat it with more respect than the natives
who bellow a sheepish: our fate to the spiral
of decadence!
              and what of the famous harems
of Yemen,  fertile ground for Herr Diddlysquat...
the ****** and: a sheikh who was
marathon runner in secret?
     I'd like to think of a purity in origin
with Sappho... unfortunately...
the harem is older than the Miss of ******...
as is the ****** play-thing
  of bored souvenirs...
               apparently female genitals
taste better when pickled by
others several times prior to your own,
pickling...
          yes, if only every ****** was Plato
and every lesbian was Sappho
and not: desperate toy-things of
a harem...  puts his hand under his chin
and starts imitating a scuttling thing
asking: what's this?
     a spider with a big head.
           unless that sheikh has a stamina
of a horse I don't exactly know why
he didn't see the boredom coming...
      but back to the abomination manifest
in deconstructing english...
           nope, not going to bother
answering, but the more i hear of it,
the more I'll dive into borrowing german
phrasing... once they burned books,
now they're cutting out tongues...
               and for some reason it's not
even remotely related to laziness,
this inability to speak...
                    it's the attack on formality,
an attack on the subconscious tier of
language, namely grammar...
                 at this point, given the nature
of this attack... whatever these people
actually say, on a conscious level,
a dog barking makes more sense,
    given that he barks, and then leaves
you interpretating subsequent
intuitive insinuations...
               a bit like a cat curled up next
to you in bed, nudging your hand
with its snout, tasking you to curl
your fingers, so he can hide his head in
the cusp...
    as an anglophile,
     the desecration of Raqqa
    is only more poignant because
what force desecrate those statues
wasn't neurotic violence...
          or some pacified...
the pen is mightier than the sword...
so... where does that leave the tongue?
         down the dark alley
of a dog's daily hygiene ritual
            of licking its genitals, i gather.