so if it isn't
little miss
fuck me & leave
and when it's convenient
ask me for grammatical help
as though
the seventeen years you've spent
in this country haven't been enough.
oh, and i despise your little troubles,
i'm aghast at your
glaring syntax issues
and i would rather
die then inherit the control
you wield over our
common language,
but it isn't that you
disgust, me, no;
i die silently because i find
every single error, from
the insignificant
to the absolutely inexcusable
terribly
and inexhaustibly
endearing.
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