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Mar 2019
there's a part of me
that's supposed to keep
up with the queen
english,
   and the kennedy obsessed
over-usage of
the acronyms?
i'm not even english...
       e.n.g.l.i.s.h.:
even not glee, like
   it should: (definetly) hurt...
huh?
enlighten me:
i just need to listen to
the "loser" part
before another school-shooting
takes place!
you get to become a real
vermont intellectual then...
"then", when...
the worst,
and the last resort happens...
the pope is shot,
and...
   even though there
enough cardinal replacements...
but, none...
takes up to ingest
the "marker"...
     i'm just a dumb ******:
   i'm gagging to be enlightened...
where was x-men,
marvel...
  and norse mythology?
where i'm at...
   modern vevo?
    can't hear it...
         "ancient" songs
akin to: audioslave...
like a stone?
i forget...
was i ever to claim any
hereos
from the punk movement,
or the remnants
of david blowie?
        can, i, should i,
can't i just hope to be a
forgotten "one"
on the assured coast
off mombasa?
i ******* hate
afro-american
******* ******* off
about native kenyas...
i hate them...
  me... i want to **** on
them!
it's like "they"
managed
to congregate
into a singular
african identity...
what?!
like me...
******... with...
the germans and the russians?!
like that?
like...
you tell me...
when i dated
a russian girlfriend...
my parents were against it?
like i said:
but she was the love of my life
(not really):
i would be easier assured
by a black...
an indian: core...
but then they released me
into the wild...
anticipating what
kenya made available...
you can't exactly describe
ivory skin...
if not having to
experience it in
the tinge of moon-light...
  my skin is too fatigued...
i can only be
a progressive-racist...
  i fell in love with
a Kenyan
ivory beauty...
  and i will stand:
  as these words' worth
of anchor...
along with the ship...
anything...
anything to made antagonism
of those
mentally deranged ******
agitating the
white men into
mass shootings...
as if, impying:
                "exodus"...

yeah, i fancied a black girl,
but it was a black girl
among blacks,
it wasn't a black girl among
whites...
which made me think
of this post-colonial society:
so...
   you made...
a slave-trade...
with the retards,
or the gullible?
   who runs faster the 100m
race?
the white man,
or the black man?
so...  camel...
did you enslave the retards...
or the gullible?
n.b.a. athletes...
did you enslave
the retards...
           or the gullible?

neither... no "hands-up"...
o.k., good to know...
now "we" know how
to side
with the hispanics;
goths, spaniards...
who, once upon a time,
settled in:
current date:
   morocco;
with a past...
that's more akin
to             "morocco".
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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