i didn't come to England,
                         as some busy-body
Uncle Tom...
   **** no...
   i see these ******* playing their
sadomasochistic game of, charades...
i started to conjure up a thought
like an, alternative to magic...
         your people are ****** up!
no... seriously... not enough
WD40 on the clogs and other machinery
parts...
   let me spell that northern for you...
******* E D U P!
lucky for me, i have no colonial guilt,
or to ever have... inherited
a colonial bias of the local butcher
or the, everyday man...
but sure... identity politics...
I WAS BORN in Paul's-land...
no... i'm not a flagpole...
  or the north pole, or the south pole...
i'm not a Cif wood polish...
it's like... people are deaf
or something...
         i speak the language...
so i could interact with the grandparents
and the neighbor...
like **** i'm speaking English
in the confines of my private abode...
Po-La-Lucky-Lucky-Lucky...
    kinda tingling on the Irish rush of
fate...
   but you know, i digress...
  i'm not here, on these isles,
as a victim, prone to some obscure
version of sado-masochism...
**** that...
                    i go to the supermarket,
i buy my ****, i walk back...
pretending to be wrestling a gorilla...
the end...
but thank god i don't entertain
the identity politics of
a post-colonial nation...
   no Belgian,
  no Dutch, no French,
no Italian,
      but esp. no English...
oh look... even the Germans didn't make
the grade! funny...
  the whole colonial-guilt tripping
******* will not work on me...
i'm just enjoying...
a presence of a nation
which reached independence only
100 years ago...
                  
well... there isn't exactly pride behind
all of this...
      either...
just the nuisance of a safety-net's worth
of: well, it's there,
and it's not going anywhere...

while the Holy Roman Empire moved
a little to the left, encompassing
what was originally encompassed
in the original Empire,
i.e. Bohemia... the Czech Rep....

who can blame them?
so... no... anti-colonial sadomasochism?
really?
oh... ****... i'm white...
                 with the probable chance
of being remotely Czech...
      mother's maiden name?
Batuk... not Batóg...
Czech was always much more
soft of the two Slavic languages...

and the peoples of Europe...
like explaining to the Germanic peoples:
Anglo-Slav... Afro-Saxon...
Slav(e) without the added E...
słowo - word -
                      słowianin -
best estimate? wordsmith...

but the people in your parameters
are self-mutilating,
guilty about "mistakes"...

      and i'm like...
                      i'm not here to feel ******...
guilty, or relate-able
     and                purposive
in... what is a mighty ******* stretch
from being nostalgic...
the German were nostalgic about
Ancient Greece in the 19th century...

i'm not sorry, because i can't be sorry...
i could... have grievances concerning
the Teutonic northern crusades...

i could...
but why, bother?

                 ******* left, right & center;

mind you... ever noticed the Roman handshake
in the 1960s movies?
it's not a handshake...
respective parties to lock...
but the hand
              grips the part of the arm
just shy of the elbow...
      you know... that fleshy part of the arm...

now i'm pretty nostalgic about ancient Rome...
given that the area i was born in,
was never conquered by the Romans...
every time i feed my cat raw meat,
i think of being Nero...
throwing Christians to the lions
in the coliseum.

what?!
           people have their fetishes...
at least mine are of: no blatant regard
          for post-colonial guilt tripping till
next Sunday type of, variety.