wir kann schließlich: verstecken,
hinter der blumen:
mögen: sie wurden -
entweder sterne oder: sonnen!
meine freiheit:
oder meine: "besitzen"...
diese brutto
roggen-zunge-gemacht-essbar!
ich wohnte!
ich zu: gebrochenknochen

oh but i am "speaking" in
Pruss tongue... aren't: i?
there's no:
"zazwyczaj": and no supposed
thinking of a prąd? is, there?!

łabądź: swan... unus prozimus!
firszt primo!
too... "complicated" for you...
most... iglorious... bugger-fuck-wit-king
hey-presto... or what?!

these fucking slovaks
are always most improtune in
how they always have to
dictate and educate their "felliow"
men... they are beside rude...
they're just fucking boring!
i call them slovaks for a reason...
they're poles...
but they might as well be half
slovaks... and a quarter croats...
and somehow twice removed from
being a 33rd "essence"
of serbs... my... my own...
fellow... country-men...

i do not gravitate toward them...
an equal to me is equivalent to
a war-crimes general for any worth
of a compensation...
something worth a 5th partition
with an imaginary orgigin...
Sweden: might help...

but... ah... to no availing: alas...
such horror surrounding
the pedantry of a language...
that had to revolve around...
being derelict... least kept...
even hebrew can be championed
with a fucking hosannah!

this: mongrel...
this that better or at best become
lent english,
or german... this half-way inbred
tongue...
a vague happenstance
toward gratifying a memory
of ottoman turks...
nothing more...

if i am to be lectured about
the orthographic nuances...
in a language that doesn't employ
the concept: but stresses
metaphysics...
and has orthography confined
to... the "exotica of new jersey
from the golgotha spiral
of a manhattan;
why do the jews have to always
have themselves feel
as they are: almost...
always... always the most...
welcome... fraction?!"

no matter what other ethnic
fractions come after...
the jews... elbow in first...
they need to be the: first!
the, "chosen" people!
the "first" people of all the "first"
peoples!

even among the polacks...
when they were being unified...
prior to... between the prussian
the russian and the austro-hungarian
dividing up...
the jews probably had the same
mantra:

wasze ulice... nasze... kamienice...
your streets... our tenements...

and i'm looking at this new vigor
in nationalism in the anglosphere...
and it's not... teasing socialism...
but then: the great beacon of hope!
the model of all nations!

no... not saudi arabia!
ISREAL!
and i'm like... wow!
when will the anglophone world...
"suddenly"... tire?

the libra will tilt...
you can't win all the battles all the time...
after a while there will
come an impeding counter
argument that all this
jerking off the handicapped advantage:
from a having inherited the 20th century?

wait till the last of the holocaust
adverts die...
my great-grandparents:
god preserve their memory...
experienced the eastern front
between the gentlemen germans...
and the hog-fucking russian teens...

no one else lived,
or died, in the 20th century:
apart! apart! from the jews!
play golf: or play history?

i did my part glorifying the tetragrammaton...
little good did that do me.