you know my first thoughts,
having just sampled
slayers's songs,
south of heaven,
  mandatory suicide...
raigning blood...
seasons in the abyss...
              dead skin mask...
blame game over,
how about...
an irritable forever,
for the lasting example
for a century,
   tried and tested extract
from....
   poor ol' norman has
but a day, and not a life's
worth of recount...
           i have,
all, but the day,
to concise myself to a life...
i call it:
putting on the ugly mask...
rare opportunity...
to lash out leash free
from the standards of
society...
               baron von güt...
it's not: vou-jack...
wojak...
             mahjong: how did i
manage to teach it to myself?
        voe-yak...
   voyak...
                   is this what you
call post soviet satellite people
in terms of memes?
vogue-jacks?
           how is the inverted
algerian crisis 'appening
in france? shoot another camus
arab?
                   i'm... rife...
with some counter to anger...
i'm...
            berserk disorientated!
i have to roll dry tobacco
with fiddly fingers,
imitating spiders...
  
  well... all it ever took was
a schvabian granny,
    and a russian babushka
to make conquest
of voȳak country...
it took one in the ***
and one in the mouth...
back in... 20th century
europe...

             somehow revived...
100 years of celebration,
only last year...

two super powers...
to take down a jew hoarder...
my...
  isn't that just,
about right?
       you think,
that i'll bow to western european
sesibilities concerning,
yes, "concerning", islam?

the mongol ****** me,
the swede, ****** me,
the ottoman, ****** me,
the russian, ****** me,
the german, ****** me...

          anglo-phonic
western civility,
               is about to, **** me?
oh wait, right...
i'm not here for the women!
in defence of "what"
without a whom...
                 bewildering,
isn't it?
                 i'm not here for some
"prize"...
i'm here for some space...
i much enjoy crossing
the street at night,
with cars passing my tread...
not being the next
traffic accident...
                   how's that?!

'appy campers all round?!
yes?
                                            no?!

whatever the prize was...
looks like whittle ******
gwan-p'ah is not getting a sentence
in,
                  guess the local gist
gave it all up...
  "bothered" about
   a curry on a friday night...
      being made secure...
coming round my aisle
as a crying baby...
will not serve you qualms
akin to being served
food;

                     last time i checked,
a mulsim would walk
   scot-free...
   but i'm the forever schizophrenic...
applause!
   english society!
beacon! beacon! lighthouse
of the free world!
  who, the ****, am, i, even, kidding?!