oh but it's not a psychological
construct of identity,
or a psychology manifest...
it's always eastern europe...
some "variant"
of a buffer zone to compensate
with with Russia...
   clever ******* **** come
live among us...
                    no?
     really!
               wow!
               i tend to live a life
of:
             i almost forget...
um'huh...
                   i'm always a *******
region (east europeans)
and never "a" people...
        
oh forget me learning the *******
language...
  i'll learn the language,
but will i care
whether some pakis ****
their "native brides"...
   think, in terms of entertaining
a monologue...
  
what?
with "my" women being
sacrificed...
am, i, supposed, to,. care?
you're either jesus christ
of you're ******* joking!

  i learned the *******
language...
am i... supposed to make do
with a prayer format before
the whole lot of
your average citizen?
   you learned no more
from ******* ****...
but you bent over...
me... learn "you"
with the ******* Irish breathing
down my ******* neck?
do i look stupid?!

            i never made it to
the "promised land"
of H'america...
a month spent in Russia,
where i relearned
the concept of uber...
and the taxi "per se"...

               and i began "thinling":
i really, really,
want to relearn the concept
of language
via the ******* chimpanzee....
like... sign lingo
spot the diacritical markers...
blind lingo...
and... all that labor of love...

but i'm a pollack
"ethnic minority"
among toxic man
and the exotica of a cooking
tirade...
            so... **** gonna win...
me? excuses...
blow-tight-un
          on the brexit-debate...
these people didn't vote
to leave on the basis
of their compensating
europeans making a stance...
they left...
because they ageing
post-colonial superiority...
   mark, ****, mark,
'indi... wasn't felt the same worth
long enough...

         hard to make
slaves of a people...
that suddenly decided to...
talk back...

yummy... regional fucky-fucky...
maybe that's why i made
myself to learn some blatant
deutsche...
  the english tongue
just forgot to keep me in mind,
in that...
   i forgot the english tongue
to be a liberating tour de force...
i had to resort to **** ****
deutsche...
        
somehow nibbling on any
deutsche that came my way,
was all the more satiating
with whatever excess of
   fluent english was ever
being allowed for me to make
usage of.

- but you're happy with people
you formerly made colonial
subjects of...
               i speak your tongue
to manifest "ideas" most trivial...
you heave a meaning
that, i will forever bind to
its most: hollow, seizing
of attempting replica.