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The Drunken Polyglot (Sonnet 2300)
I never hankered for booze or drugs,
you know why - because I'm already drunk,
with the most hard-hitting, brain-altering
contraband in history - I'm ever consumed
with languages and cultures.
Latin Passion, Turkish Woundlight,
Nordic Thunder, Celtic Wonder, Afro Grit,
American Ambition, Arabian Adamance,
Chinese Ingenuity, Indian Nonduality -
like rivers running eager to meet in sea,
cultures converged to bring me to life.
I am vast beyond the spell of tribe,
I am the ruin of all resurging reich.
Call it Reich, Empire or Uncle Sam -
Zionist State or Hindu Rashtra -
Animal Kingdoms are found everywhere, still,
reason is to reichs what phenyl is to floor.
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