these shores of no speaka da eengleesh,
silences worthy of gangsters in movies,
you see you know like what i mean-
or so it seems from these
eighteen eighteenagers
and their masteries of love, god, the
intricacies of euthanasia and sledgehammer suicides
in outlandish clothes and an utter lack of
past the ends of their noses,
all the while slipping in
tongues.
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