the part that you forget?
is the part that...
   kills you...
                 copper skinned
havens of Southend -
cobble-stone beaches?
                mitigating a
lover for fish, flesh...
  subsequently eating shelled
proteins?!
                           come tomorrow,
you'd have enough time to
reflect...
              Mac Faraday -
                     *******
Rangers, Hearts, protestants -
Celtic, Hibernian, Catholics...
                    i love the Scotch -
                          the most
                          pleasing peoples
on these isles -
never outstay or surrender
their welcome...
                     to be honest?
the only people alive
on these isles to tell you a neat
nibble concerning the tides...
   the rest?
sheep-shaggers.
  and that's that...
                  if they're Welsh
and don't speak a breath /
breadth of Cymru -
or they're "Irish"...
and don't speak an ounce
of Gaelic?
                   ******* mongrel!
nay spekken Gaelic?
   mongrel...
  mongrel...
mongrel!
                i don't trust you!
ups the turmeric up
the fiery ***!
   begun the donkey's gallop
with indian spices!
        ******...
          but at least the Velsh
play the right sort of game:
they know the linguistic domino...
CYMRU!
            CYMRU!
                      and that is what
i love them for...
    no Gaelic? no lost F in T...
  Fe tucking bother!
        take a fake: a **** y'er
McDougal!
                no Gaelic? no *******
Catholic mass, ever,
in Dub-lean!
                          Dubbers' corner...
no no... i never thought
i'd come around to liking the
Welsh...
but...
   they have linguistic pride!
care and who gives a ****
about the english mongrel tongue!
i will not forge a pact
with these squish-squashy
pardon chills of a peoples -
                     like i said before,
in Cardiff:
you want my native tongue?
you better cut it off...
    but sure...
you can have your Pakistani and
Afghan migrants tying up the treason
card, forging ungodly alliances
by forging a forgetfulness of their
native tongue...
                       the moment that
happens?
i'll be toying with the concept
of abortion...
       oh no no no...
                   the Welsh i can respect
for retaining their need to retain
and incubate Cymru -
the Scots need to be pushed on
their Gaelic...
   the Irish need to be spanked
to improve their hierarchic
      foo-nd-ation...
                               no dodo bound to
a mile from where i'm writing...
English is mongrel...
                          mischlingsprache...
i'm not forgetting my language
invigorated by birth...
             that's no way to properly
integrate...
     if a man is without a decency clause
of respecting his integral culture...
then what he integrates into
is a subversive integration of a subversion
of the allowance
to integrate, per se...

             perhaps the supposed "culture"
allows copper skinned sun tanning
as being superior...
but the same culture forgot...
i have retained my mother tongue...
your so-called pristine examples
of integration? forgot theirs...
                     why would i want to ****
a british person?
   it's enough to watch them exfoliate
in their misery!