only a ******* Paddy McCormic
could make my use of English
be deemed incohrent, not having read
any James Joyce or Beckett...
so what's the point
of asking for the German
behemoths...
while he's still stuck
playing computer games,
unable to confront his father...
and luckily she's thai,
and not a thai-boy
with liquorice rather than silicon
bulging fake cow sacks...
sure... he'll play the ace,
live till his eighty...
meanwhile i'll thank for my
cameo appearance,
rob my mother
to pay for Swiss euthanasia...
after I cremate her...
blink once more with
a dream of van Gogh...
pretend "it" never happened...
and then start twisting
swan necks,
while gladly *******
the Puerto Ricans ******
in Amsterdam...
heart as a rock,
only an avalanche woke
this... hardly a saint,
far-fetched for a nun,
and certainly
   not a priestly ******...
erroneous gang ****
sheep herding...
once or twice, a flute up
my ***... listening to jethro tull...
a.k.a. Jeffrey the Hillbilly;
if a ******* Israeli
can be trigger-happy...
i'll be pagan-tongued...
  **** it, play your little acronym
game of the urban well informed...
and then your...
kindergarten auf...
               dei N-und-F "bösewörter."
why do i hate the celt with
an anglo-saxon equivalent passion?
guess some of this
anglophone zungebenutzen
rubbed off on me...
                   hybrid tattoo..
mongrel soul...
            hence my retreat into
a skyline of zeppelins.