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Aug 2018
you don't, somehow, suddenly,
get to come after me,
when your lax, in up-keeping
the rigidity of grammar,
     this orthodox rubric -
somehow waver!
           you could have had all you
already have and talk about
about?
   but not keeping standardized
rules of conversation?
      not keeping grammar?
well...
**** keeping anything else!
          even the cordiality
of over-stepping the execution
and conventionality of
   profundity...
   whatever...
           one word keeps ringing
in my ears,
   an old soviet choir word...
  kalinka kalinka kalinka...
            figuring out to sing it,
within the confines of
an Ukranian Cossack Hopak...
the atypical Kiev drunken
****...
       because?
if you can't keep your moderate
house in order...
if you can't keep grammatical
rules... transcending the point
of nouns and pronouns and
verbs...
your language?
like an imploding foreign
currency of equivalence
to the Weimar Republic...
    language, as a currency?
   hyper-inflated...
over-iterated...
   over-used...
                it makes the people,
like me, who acquired it...
look stupid,
  while your own, retards...
dictate a language that
no one, sooner or later, will want
to learn, to reengage in
the linguo franca basis...
because?
   well... if what some of your
inborn comrades are doing
what they're doing with
the rules of grammar?
   it's equivalent to
the profanity equivalent
  to 2 + 2 = 5....
                or?
abacus = aabcus...
        no?!
                        what is native
about the speaker of english?
well... originally it's not
the language of Wales,
or Ireland...
  and i'm pretty sure...
not even related to Scotland;
but i like...
the fact, that "eastern" European
workers, are no longer flocking
to these Isles...
    oh i'm sure...
that there are enough English workers...
to fill in their shoes...
or enough Romanian or Bulgarians...
without the slightest knowledge of
the English tongue...
to fill the missing feet
of the existing shoes!
get your house in order...
               dictate your rules...
but not, inside, my... head!
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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