i've long lived with a deutsche seem
within using this tongue,
abbreviating the differences...
succumb to the raven croack...
like an earthworm might to a sunlight....
seems i have been,
much agitated by the expected in
the rallying yewp
of the ones unearthed
as being untouched by closures of
crafting rome...
de profundis clamavi
ad te, domine;
domine,
exaudi vocem meam;
little 'elp the chance to live
a life....
the little that is
begot from man's interval,
and you, who hear,
are begot by
a defening of ears...
who vouched to
make the "shy" grief of
jurisprudent song a:
mismatch.
only among a people who have
been acribed a history of rome,
to recant, to recount...
such a fickle labour
to have to mind...
who would have thought
to infusre ***** with a perfume
of a pear, if not a swede?!
i rest my case...
drunk, almost dead,
is my most pristine
post-scriptum of seeing
a sunset with this,
english, of all available tongues...
i can't but hinder,
with the fleshy,
quasi-take
on a proxy of imitating
the hummingbird...
tod-mit-deutsche!
because via german:
is how i want to unlearn
ever speaking: ęglisch -
to grüz: und gravel!
mit dies zunge!
have to travel a question further
to make a in vino veritas
market pleasure...
in terms of *****...
the **** drinking italians are
phlegm assorts
in our cognitive couldron...
comma mother-******?!
wir anruf es: schloß!
i don't even know why i took up
a defence of: deutsche,
in a tongue,
and with a background...
that technically shouldn't
give me the allowance...
have to explain what's
readily given,
however unsatisfactory to
commence:
understanding of the analogue
akin to the common man;
i.e.: keep your gob-***** in
the vicinity of the Ypres
trenches, mmm'kay, mr. O?
i too am scared of dying
and "remembering"
a globalist tomorrow,
without, a, personal,
past, ecnompassing
a yesterday, within
the dimension of a dream
told to a lower, with, a:
today.
didn't anyone ever tell the english
that having acquired
their tongue,
it's equivalent to speaking
a fickleness (wankelmut)?
minor mood-swings
equipped with a postcard of
"sensibility"?!
veer inz: way-V'eh... V not: 'unk!
Churchill calls them
the little cousins...
others came up with
bilbio-kleptomaniacs
given the selling
hard-on for meine: eine: kampf...
can't help but tickle
gērman when english
becomes too obnoxious,
rekindling rotmantel...
even with a backing
of the: ingweren
or ingwers?!
wer?!
die irisch!
doppelt-pints! p.s. pint-erens?!
and that became my errand-swish: wish...
mention the Dubliners along the way...
absolutist sveedish?
i asked for citrus flav.,
instead i had to dunk a pear
feuerwasser within the confines of
a delayed gulp...
why do sober people,
make it so, ever,
****** unavailable to make
drunk commentary
semi-sensible...
while leaving them to make,
sober... herding procedures,
a quintessential norm?
