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if you're asking me to be subhuman give me a plot-line, i'd find one among the Zimbabweans a minute later, but give me a plot-line, i just want to know the hierarchy  from now on... a Dutch spat in a Polish girl's face... give me the ******* plot-line! or is this one of those moments where you say: ja zapomnieć mówienia po polsku. oh, you're one of those hybrids?! should have told me sooner! how's the Sunday roast treating you? it's a bit dry, i admit, typical Pole-lack... fights for independence from the Rus and the Prus and then gets **** with the **** that pays him... like some Chilean **** of a fake shaman, or some Afro, gets ****** on all fours for posterity being the reasonable standard... has no pride, no ulterior motive, just sits there expecting relief without working for it, what a lucky bunch of beetroots, chequers in cheek, rosy, the next flush of hope in casual conversation estimating the standards of non-racial involvement inside post-Saxony is Ulster - they really want retards and are anti-bilingual, the same plague that met the Normans, the Cnut brigadiers, they want inbreeding, but as the ladies say: better Paki-pickup-grooming than a white boy fanciful of romance... ain't that a pretty sight... had to revolve upon the thick-skinned ones... the ones who would't sue... but with us Russia... ***** whipped by Jews and cinnamon skinned ones are we? ***** - you said it, i'm reaffirming; you could have been colonial with them - i won't let your colonial subjects turn colonial on me!
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
ja zapomnieć mówienia po polsku
if you're asking me to be subhuman give me a plot-line, i'd find one among the Zimbabweans a minute later, but give me a plot-line, i just want to know the hierarchy  from now on... a Dutch spat in a Polish girl's face... give me the ******* plot-line! or is this one of those moments where you say: ja zapomnieć mówienia po polsku. oh, you're one of those hybrids?! should have told me sooner! how's the Sunday roast treating you? it's a bit dry, i admit, typical Pole-lack... fights for independence from the Rus and the Prus and then gets **** with the **** that pays him... like some Chilean **** of a fake shaman, or some Afro, gets ****** on all fours for posterity being the reasonable standard... has no pride, no ulterior motive, just sits there expecting relief without working for it, what a lucky bunch of beetroots, chequers in cheek, rosy, the next flush of hope in casual conversation estimating the standards of non-racial involvement inside post-Saxony is Ulster - they really want retards and are anti-bilingual, the same plague that met the Normans, the Cnut brigadiers, they want inbreeding, but as the ladies say: better Paki-pickup-grooming than a white boy fanciful of romance... ain't that a pretty sight... had to revolve upon the thick-skinned ones... the ones who would't sue... but with us Russia... ***** whipped by Jews and cinnamon skinned ones are we? ***** - you said it, i'm reaffirming; you could have been colonial with them - i won't let your colonial subjects turn colonial on me!
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
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