for what the worth the demands
to the language we speek
beside making politico
arguments of hispanics -
back in europe
there's no sub-human quest
to define the spaniards...
back "into" human...
there are so many opinions
that do not deserve being human:
poet-entertainer...
poet-pseudo-journalist-philosopher...
polymath of the roulette...
gambling "stereotype"...
oh what next word
via the smiths incubated...
by a sigh...
never fancied the english tongue
to overpower...
while the certainty of the cherished...
marek grechuta -
morrissey...
why is spain sub-human to the english?
esp. on the foreign continent
of "reclaiming" the god given land?
arable quest...
such poverty in thinking...
to have to quest to pardon...
i can't accomodate them toward
a peace...
they can only confine themselves
toward a strict diet of
rebellion that hardly breathes
biases of retention...
endless their grievance... endless
their supposed so:

if white man is to blame: i am, tired,
of making counter arguments:
let me rest... resolve these arguments with dodos...
i'm bowing out...
i thank the lord our god for not having
any children... why have children:
if you're white?!
let the chinks the niggers have their field day
with the transsexuals... i'm! out!
oh i'll use the racial slurs demanding of the
ethnic minorities that have to dance
russian roulette with these new insane asylum
prodigies!
you said it: your call!
i'm pontius pilate at this point...
let the chicken curry garam masala
have its simbad quest...
you wanted the crazies?!
you have the crazies!
you fuck till you're silly mr and mrs rabbit!
i'm out...
i'm out to the point where:
you wish you were out!
here's the champagne flute celebration
break to gratify you making the right decission!
just tell me when you'll reopen the new
asylums...
again via reiteration:
you have the crazies!
let's just wait for the next observant
simulation of a societal unit of man...
to come to dignify operating...
a fucking steam-engine tractor!