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Mar 2019
i know that the english,
in their post-colonial reassertion
of identity
are easy, low-hanging fruits
worthy of ******* arguments...

but...
you see...
i share the same phonetic
encoding as them...
and, where i come from...

komtur... meant something!
as did
the word kaptur: hood...
i'm certainly not
someone who's to say something
"out of place"...
back east?
      a Sas?
   a Sas is a Sas:
there was even a house of Sas
back...
   "where": wherever i'm "from"...

but... a schwabe?
the Preuße have been juggled
throughout the years...
some speak the polish
dialect of kashubian,
some became integrated
into the vicinity of
                         königsberg...

clearly i have no
imagination to write out
an archetypical story...
which is why i have,
"resorted" to refreshing
history,
via, what i find to be
the most... desecrated
of the cognitive faculties:
memory...

sure, feeling how lazy
i already am...
   is this the point
where some ****-
      (-stani)
   will teach me about how:
Kashmiri chilli
powder is milder than
than conventional
chilli powder?
  or is this the point he'll
turn around and tell me:
how the vikings
     founded kiev?
which is it?

      see... back east...
we don't call them...
  "zee geermans"...
   we call them the schwabe:
szwabs...
    (shvabs)...
  which is a bit different
to calling them the prussians...
since the prussians,
being the extended:
   pomeranian...
  are not considered baltic...
or, whatever you...
dare to classify them...

and this "vierte *****" of
the E.U.?
    i'm sorry...
   sharing of sentiments
were not unanimous?
  good... thankfully...
a few countries kept their
currency intact...
england...
     poland, czech republic,
sweden,
         hungary,
  wow...a hydra with five
heads...
   like...
someone managed
to ***** the heads on
spines of these people
and then ended up
clarifying:
    babushka! pole-dance!
it's like: ******* will never
get the joke,
until...
   there no longer a joke...
well...
there's also the
leu...
   the lev...
    dinar...
     kuna...
            not as long the people
retain their own currency,
will... the "vierte *****"
take to a strangle-hold
on... prospect... this:

         die deutschetraum...
of, something,
unified...
having morphed from
the heilig römer *****...

  ah... but you already know
who's strapped
to the currency,
and who isn't...
who has an authentic voice /
veto...
   and who has only
a disauthentic "voice" / vote...
right?

no currency...
    no voice-over...
no ******* charlie chaplin
doing goose-stepping
in dutch clogs...
                  savvy?
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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