my intelligence becomes my arrogance... shame: to think that intelligence can never be salvaged, celebrated: but muted, out of concern: adhered to being simply recipient of existent... yet never truly manifest in being: accepted: what a waste of genius... thus constipated and ridiculed because of lacking rhetorical closure, expansive taste for the captivated audience... my my: why why: no why... this isn't the tongue i was born with: it will certainly not be the tongue i will die uttering in my mea culpa words with: either! this language of commerce: equivalent to the language of slaves... i use and hopefully abuse... but will never, ever, tattoo onto myself some dignified shortcut transcendental!

by one open closure and...
exemplification:
there's no Picasso in the 3D
there's the cube
the dynamic
some say what i last
or first heard Picasso
was Spanish:
who later became French
and had a car model
to:
maybe i'm not just
atypical male *** Islam
polygamy
blah blah
i find it troublesome to
pick up ...
youthful leftovers
of women i might
want to scratch...
but as my two tier
managers said:
trouble if you look up
and trouble if you
look don't below:
i just said:
trouble is... you close
your eyes...
then you start to smell trouble...

i'm going to paint the living room
all not white
this Bengali stripped me
of a purpose to counter: exclaim:
but: this doesn't feel like a white
country? you have been
living within an enclave chappatti
all this long
thank god i'm not English
living on this soil
the best i can offer this post-colonial
implosion is:
oh but i speak the tongue:
****'s who cares whether
my "etymology" is in check!

      strict by no allegiance congregtion
of a people:
can't exactly call them: people:
or the people...
the articulation within the usage
of the article is something that
only a sly minority might appreciate...

it's truly: painful...
but pleasantly so: since i'm alone and...
and...
       and... blah blah...
if England welcomed winning that
bogus Hydra of a prize
for football that isn't war
just a tournament...
but all the while the **** an pseudo-Irish
in Pakistani envelop
of parasitical divergence
         secular: close...
secular... secular: sanctimonious...
     no no! the other word!
Irish! Islamic SECTERIANISM...
        
   no wonder i feel a need to immigrate:
i can't stand this *******...
i need to find an America with:
Polynesians...
not the America of constipated WASP
narratives and hierarchies...
not Japanese concentration camp hiatus and
botox ***** glistening twerk...ssssssssss...

i don't feel obligated to invest my
time: or thought: or although: or
energy: into England...
i want to: get, the, ****, away:
and, not, to, New York...
i, want, to get: the ****, away...

give me land amassing the size
of the Pacific
and i will give you:
the Mongolian Horde raiding the library of
Baghdad and
i'll tell you:
             Islam failed on so many fronts:
namely with that schism
it was not supposed to entertain...

i hate Pakistani Islam
like i abhor Protestant Christianity:
there's not civility of encouraging
a stability of: the continued..
i hate **** Islam like
i hate Proti Christi;
must be ingrained
unfathomable et moi.