You cannot scold me,
you cannot rebuke me,
nor can I be chided or chidden,
sure look,
you can only give out to me,
for my grammar,
and your incorrect—
corrections.
This foreign tongue is my own.
Invasively spread—
and re-invaded in return.
Reshaped and reinvented,
I’ll do it now in a minute,
We’ll stretch this language,
beyond its limits.
Jer Hayes is from Dublin, Ireland. He is an emerging writer: a new (old) writer.