you know that time,
when you
drink... beer...
and you attain insight...
into paraphrasing
the void...
         and you're
not the bust-driver?
but you want
           to be a bus-driver...
how many times
am i to absolve,
cite a mea culpa mantra?
the world
needs someone to
"dumb-down"
their i.q.,
          to become,
less trained, less parrot...
i needed an outlet
to dumb my
i.q.,
           alcohol...
well... before you start
singing irish,
i think the scotch
will do just fine...
   with hands
that have a potential
to
crush...
                  a macaque
skull
   (given enough time,
and plenty of reserved
fiddly bits)...
i decided...
         jack never came
up... visit a *******...
and...
         like...
being involved in
experiecing...
   spreading butter
on toasted bred...
  what?
                  christianity
was already highly
invested
in metaphor ***
                imagery...
so i moved from
beneath the iron curtain...
and moved into...
disney (i wish)...
no, i've move into
some more itchy...
                   (e-ch-ee)...
   chatter...
peel....
           guess
the next word
ought to be, pérfect

gueß...
         a german... quasi-
pseudo-,
            it's not a diacritical
marker, it's a letter...
    in english
it implies an inclusive
interchange
of           S               and Z...
in english it also
implies                  SS: of guess...
for aesthetic reaons...

but then...
                    it's also Š
(caron)...
               a "hybrid"...

            a hiding of H in
S that amounts to SH...
or where the caron crown on
the S originates from... SZ...
learned a new noun:
                           grapheme...
       sharp...
                       shit...
                              šit.
  
curiosity of the pedantic
sort,

              i stopped
to make myself,
less focused on the geometry
of the "a priori" (the given)
and focus
on the "geometry"
of...
          is omicron
an "oh", O, or 0?
   doughnut-who-done-it?

we have moved beyond
a stage where...
polyglots are...
encouraged...
     entrenched bilinguals
are becoming the
intrinsic norm...
    
not: sized...
                  systamatic...
you can also taste
the tip of your tongue
experiencing
           a sanft: soft S...
    piquant pedantry...
it's not for someone to speak
"better" english...

i've been met with pedatry,
i reply: with pedantry...

   hush...
     could be written as
    huš...
                cheap...
could be written as
         čeap...
       ah...
  right...
         the aesthetic "question"...
hebrew missing vowels
"question"...
           you know...
i've never heard of dyslexia,
to be, evident,
outside of the anglophonic
world...
  but i'm pretty sure
  it exists in the francophonic
world...

   i'll agree...
  čeap = cheap,
           looks aesthetically
unppealing...
   as does chemistry...
  with a KAPPA in italics...

i didn't write sit...
i wrote šit...
             i almost pretend...
**** it, i always pretend
to teach a cat to roar...
like i might teach
           a lion to meow...

i'm entrenched...
you spend enough time
in set "segregation"...
you'll pick-up
nuances...
     basic tics...
                          misnomers...

what with christianity
beind over-laden
with metaphor...
      (ladden, or layden?)

     forget about me speaking...
l'ah d
          d'
               en

                                     layden...

well if people moved away
from being literate,
and literacy isn't a "thing"
and tuxedo
   is back in play,
    for the norm...

             layden or ladden,
i know it's laden...

                    imagine greek,
where letters are nouns,
and...
               there is no curiosity
regarding
          the syllable splinter,
or A, as in atom...
           hides both breath
and laughter,
subsequently ejects itself
to a status of pillar...
with a sigh...

                 giggle...
    where's the G for giggle
in sigh?
                hyper-literacy...
   i speak a word,
write "another"...
     and then pretend to...
   "laugh": lāφ
                            /             lāθ
                   laaf...

for me? literacy imploded...
       surd
                gnostic...
or gnome...
also a G...
             but the same G...
  prominent
                      in diagnostics...

never give a would-be
"blind-man"
access to the *******
alphabet...
   he just might
to squirm, itch,
squint...
              and pour out...
        idle observations!

    à...
              làden...
    not ladden...
               although with
a "missing" Y...
                       the Ęgliš language
isn't immune
   to...
              being
hijacked...
            graffiti...
                    it was gagging
for a reinterpretation...
              it was a blank canvas
of a Σ of 26 letters...
   what could possibly go wrong?

me? being denied access...
   to a phonetic-encoding
i was given a pass to,
use...
                    minding
the little revisions,
nuances...
                             and...
    let it reign free,
                                above me?
  never mind
the IN
     in either INN or
the INGLEESH
                               zunge:
**** me...
                         IN'GLE'H;

that's as bad as asking
the French to drop the hark
on the R...
       and return to trill;

forget the English...
tongue-numb...
tawantula R numb...
  can't trill,
      beside scootland...
get's the idea
of a momentum
of a circle...
and omicron...
      i guess...
that's the new variety
                 of twoll.