back in primary school,
a tirade i am still left to remember...
puma..
  no... it's not pu(h)ma(h)...
not the vowel catcher...
p(y)oomh)...
pyoomah...
  and all it took was PUMA...
some *laineybot video...
Ah'dee'das...
  which is not what the Korn
reinterpretation
of the acronym looks like...
no...
not: all day i dream about ***...
in Europe we say it:
short and sweet:
ah'd'daß...
you American or *******
or something?
better down another *****
before i write another line...
hyper-literacy...
the former bastions
of literacy don't like this...
you deviate: you're no go...
but i remember this distinction
from primary school...
p'yew'mah...
rather than p'um'ah...
            please...
teach me, once more,
how to speak "proper" English...
i'm pretty sure i didn't learn
it the first time round!
please! expand my conscience!
elaborate!
i'm willing to learn!
  no?! you're cowering from teaching
me?!
              so why raise the rubric
in the first place?!
can i know?
no... post-colonial *******
are already colonial *******...
they never tell you anything,
they just serve up a historical
interpretation of
carving up a difference between
an Indian and a Pakistan,
and a n Iraq and an Iran...
concerning the Kurdish?
i'm pretty sure they'd been happier
associated with Iranians,
rather than the Iraqi.
oh...  but i'm sure you already knew
all the nuances of your "native"
tongue...
you were already sure...
me?
              i couldn't simply learn it...
i had to make do with magical
acquisitive "rights"...
      i never learned this tongue
through hard work,
i learned it, "miraculously"...
even "magically"...
            natives...
and their so-called enigma of their
native tongue...
  like... taking a ****
into a puddle of puke
in terms of leaving...
                        being gratified.