bremen
(iii)

fifty fucking years
i failed
fifty fucking years
stuffed by their
fall of inspire

so one month ago
ich ritt
far across

damn those unarsed
oh–it’s–only–thursday
fucktard bastards
ik kan een beetje nederlands spreken

and now i’ll kill their cunt ghost
repulsed off that course
for uselessness

they were crap city centre
those rat–turd uninspirers

i’ll hang their foregones
an meines Sprachengibbet
i’ll fucking well pass

& win