Dear German Girl

a response to this article from The New Yorker

dear German girl: i am someone who tries to take
the ugliness of the language from yours
and make it something that my Roman tongue
can properly recite.

still how can my tongue be something that you claim
was lapped up long ago?

dear German girl, who told you that i was not
original? i was made the same way as you (perhaps
with just a hint more Romance) and yet i am not the same way
that you are.

since i was made from similar pushings as you
does that make you and i the same?

so am i you, dear German girl?
am i just a spitting image like those pages
you took from the little guy? or am i
the little guy and you are just a big mean frau?

let's not remember Teutoburg Forest -
instead remember who you're talking to.