They are poor all over, without food and knowledge,
Heavily siphoned off life means, by one of their own,
And they love him most, with readiness for religion
Of his sire as they nerve up to **** democracy
With arrows and bows that comes from
Any honesty leader that his blood reads
A different DNA.

should i be more mistaken  and more impressed by
a readership, or by the general
population of the world? can everything, literally,
that i touch turn graphite into diamond?
      we, who have magpie
value, are really under-dressed
for the peacock parade...
but wouldn't you
love to kiss that pretty sheen
where the sun don't skine...
i can't be east end, i''m
essex bound... farmer out of his
comfort zone...
next tier come the cow ****...
and if that ain't a bear-knuckle
fight, i don't know what is
drinking home-made wine, with
all that fog and murk, and
everything i wish i could never bring
myself grievances over...
   like a tightening of the ansus,
of losing virginity via the age of 16...
i don't know, you start to
fake the more you age, but since
i'm not reallt ageing, i'm bound to be
one of those: sinister dogs
thrown into the kennel of the streets,
all because i said:
hush your pretty mouth,
we're boundless in knowing who might
kiss it again...
  i mean: dumb as ****, but then again
i kept neithe friend, nor onspirator
akin to Guy Fawkes...
   then you had two children you wanted
to boast about, and i had 20 bottles of wine
i wanted to boast about...
the two never seemed to congregate....
and i was left barren, and said:
and deserts need to exist,
and you said something about
rainforests, and how you needed more squashed
wood for paper for the office -
     toilet cubicles, because the koala
paper was running out...
and ******* a **** out
with grit and sand-paper was no way
to go about wiping your ***....
even if the eastern europeans...
just about the time you deemed my ethinicity
vermin... just about then i turned
all königratte on you...
and said a quiet allegiance against the "free" world...
so said about "free" people, i say: about as free as
your need to maintain a routine...
  and counter wind-farms with
hamster-treadmills...
                            oh man, if you
didn't mention my ethnicity as being bound of
rats... if you only forgot about my baptismal excuse
relevant to the schwarz pest -
    that's so uncool man...
  that's like a Jewish joke when only
Jewish mothers laugh... it's like a joke about
being circumcised... and then having to really
give it your all for a ****... because with your
******* missing... she had all the gags with
her *******, who she nick-named Dorace...
and that like... ****... a keeping a plant
that belongs in the Amazonian rainforest
inside a potting urn... for no better word for it.
but hell, me being an ethnicity bound to rats?
what does that make you clean shaven,
axe-weilding, metro-****** super-gnat?
no, i can see big ben tic toc tic toc...
     i just can't see you making up the cavnas...
talk about reclaiming your capital...
        that sure seems like all the war movies
are obsolete these days, meaing
it's all about a coach trip from Debry to London Victoria...
meaning in the real world...
meaning getting any education at all
was a bit pointless...
   arm wrestling in the cantine would have made
more sense than being taught darwinism...
   darwinism can, somehow, undermine
your natural bully strength...
    and there i was duped into thinking:
survival of the fittest... call it what you like
in theory, in reality it's called:
mind the ******* pedestrian!
   the granny, the pregnant woman...
oh sure, get rid of god, i'll also yawn...
but why give so much prayer / thought toward
a system that can't incorporate you as ruler,
when every parasite is bound to scheme a return
to the privilege of a tapeworm?
don't get it... tell me how that sort of politics works
while i see hurricane katrina in replay...
            mingle the omni rhetoric with
a mathematical rubric, and then couple that to
egocentrism... you basically get the western civilisation...
so much for protest... and so much for everything else...
i lost count trying to keep up with the perfected
chinese... the truest nature adherents...
                the easiest way to control god
is to argue he doesn't exist... well, **** yeah! get a tattoo!
a bit different when you have to argue
against parasites... to later equate them with
the emergence of new technology and the excess of
libido and the unemployed...
                i have absolutely nothing profound
to say... but why obliterate the reason to
find an escapism in a god, when all we're given
to replace theology is: sky, believe in better...
or disney, i.e. dream in technicolour...
                the main point though?
it's war when you equate my ethnicity with vermin...
not enough **** in your system to know better?
wait wait... this is post-colonialism, right?
    mater rus turb...
turbanus sikh vanus... either way ya plonker...
we can add that you eat the same breakfast
7 times a week, and on the 6th day i ate the *****
of having ate breakfast on day 5... and hence
the seagull was born.
    what a caged ******, it almost seems like
the englishman was born to remain abroad,
or better still, along with the tabloid
avenue of recounting his stay in Ibiza...
where he was all hail mary for no one to see!

i have this theory... concerning paedophiles...
i find these individuals to have absolutely no
interest in drinking, smoking cigarettes,
or the slightest care for culinary expeditions;
plus, they're not gay enough
to like duran duran...

i had one gay flatmate at uni
who thought i was an
oddity liking duran duran...
second stance? a-ha...
his type? manic street preachers...
come on... it's the same roulette
stemming from the 60s:
the beatles vs. the stones
the cure vs. depeche mode
duran duran vs. a-ha...
   nirvana vs. pearl jam
black sabbath vs. led zeppelin...

isabella wasn't complaining, well, she was,
she bothered me asking
why i had a picture of napoleon
stuck to my wall...
      (em... the duchy of warsaw?
the prior non-existence of
                                        a polish state?)

   evidently: marquis de sade didn't bother her...
was seperated the two? ah, plato...
**** me, being 18 you get up
to quirky *******... like staying up all night
just to walk up arthur's seat
and then buy milk & cornflakes
at 5 a.m. in a supermarket...
and the scot's fresh, air, but that's me,
i still think that paedophiles
have absolutely no interest in food,
drinking, or smoking...
     imagine the english etiquette
learned...
in a park, on a bench...
and some ****** walks up to you
and sits down...
the english etiquette?
   just ask if he's allowed to sit
on the bench with you... the ****** doesn't...
                   what do you do?
the same thing you'd do with
a rag while cooking beef
    in a kitchen and the circling
crazy fest of a fly, you light a cigarette...
what happens after?
   the ****** starts coughing...
and later abandons his perch...
    it's oh so terribly english
to state
(a) i'm so sorry
   and
         (b) may i?
                       that's the english etiquette,
if you're english and don't
know these two article
of decency, then you're basically
leaving your flood-gates
wide open, given enough status
for people to covertly
practice your ethinicity...
          and that's how subversion
happens, but without a figurehead,
well... subversion en masse...
when in england
never assume you're excused from
saying "sorry" when the etiquette
states you have to, even on
apathetic grounding for the most
minor offence...
       and when asking to share a park
bench with a stranger,
even if the stranger is wearing
headphones...
provide the etiquette question
of: may i?
otherwise? people might take you
for a kiddy-fiddler...
                     esp. when the stranger
next to you lights a ciagarette and is
drinking beer...
             and you don't have the *****
or right to recompense the etiquette of:
can you please not smoke /
may i sit with you on the same bench?
   glued to an irk -
                       ****** didn't
ask to sit with me,
   i wasn't going to ask him if he'd mind
me smoking...
unlike with that old world gent
  who walked his raleigh bike -
and asked me if i wouldn't mind sharing
a bench with me...
           took us an hour to stop talking...
but mind you, i also asked whether
he didn't mind me smoking a cigarette
and drinking a beer...
       i can't believe it,
         even though i wasn't born here,
i know more about the english than the english
know about themselves;
i guess... that's because i sorta love them.

i can't relate... i can't relate! i can't relate!
i'm european but on these isles
i'm hardly the ethno-centric
bull's-******* worth of authenticity...
i can't relate!
  all i have to do is read the middle-class
newspapers reviewing books
on a saturday or a sunday,
  and i find myself "trapped" in a
colonial past,
      in the history of slavery,
in a p.c.s.d. (post-colonial-stress-disorder),
i really can't bring about
the luggage of the utility of a tongue
with all its ******* history...
i simply can't identify myself as
a user while at the same time the
instigator...
   it's an impossible asking to suggest
both can be accomplished,
even the two stated hopes are
"paradoxically" diametric...
jews? for some reason jews
can forget, and assimilate like
a genocide against them...
  jews breed genocide...
                sorry...
but i can't forget that the jews
are actually iraqis... after all,
the town of Ur, where abraham originated
from is found in modern day iraq...
fair enough, i'm citing the wrong
sources...
       we can play the hide & seek / babuska
game for as long as the yawn doesn't
give a wake to itself...
the anti-semitic sensitivity is also
going to run low on steam...
until something pushes it aside and
people will have to stop reminding
other people that the holocaust
was, but wasn't and never will be
the most important event in humanity's
history... sorry, but not really sorry,
the jews are like the english...
the jews always have their *******
holocaust genesis,
while the english always have their
******* darwinism genesis!
  bores the ******* *** i might have been
out of me!
            ugh!
           talk about the antidote
of eating maggots akin to fish!
both these ethnic groups are boring
living days out of me!
         we're living in times where it's
either the jews and the holocaust,
or the english and darwinism...
                 can i ask for a ******* trampoline?
                no, i can't relate...
even when i consecrate my awe on
the tetragrammaton, i find the jews
having exhausted the preferences of
      kabbalah upon the rude
   and barbarian practice of numerology:
regressive monotheism,
i.e. paganism...
         i'd scalp those ******* kippahs off
their heads so they might resemble
franciscan monks...
   at the same time i simply can't relate
to english history...
                  it's not an odd observation,
i can use the language,
                i can abuse the language,
i can buy my goods and pay the due taxes...
but when it comes to inheriting
the history behind the tongue?
             i can't do that...
                  but it's nice looking
at people who have
                a historogical guilt syndrome...
i simply can't inherit it,
  what with ultra-history that's
etymology... if not simply overt-,
   i can learn the functionability
of a language, but i can never acquire
an organic identity of the language,
i speak an inorganic english,
while the natives speak an organic english...
in the realm of physicality?
      one & the same;
personally? i've been robbed
    of learning of my own ethinicity,
of my own history, of my own myths...
   king arthur really isn't that much
of a worthy interest when it comes to
crafting a stable psyche that's necessarily
ethno-centric;
which is why it's good to attach oneself
to something jewish,
  something displaced...
something that is never to return home,
something that is beyond an ownership
of any material possession to be claimed
as statutory...
                    a sunset bringing the night,
a sunrise bringing the day...
but i have no home within the realm of
the two tongues i speak...
      i have only a home in having acquired
a non-religious judaism,
   for i think, rather than take the lazy route
of keeping mind of sabbatical restrictions,
that allow no reach into celestial abodes;
as in the secular mind,
   ****** liberation... of what was once religion...
to me, the truly liberated sexually,
are those disengaged from actual ***.