English is not my tongue

Hello I am sat here unable to think or say something in English. The English go swimming they are good at sports, and they do nothing all day but think good thoughts. They have the best families living in bigger buildings without mould.

They dislike paying their gas bills and they are not into con. If caught, then they say sorry and expect to serve shorter time for being so contrite.

In this devious economy they chat non-stop with their friends and sleep with their girlfriends. They think someone who does not is a wimp and alas so does everyone else. Because they set the fashion and make it the wonderland of the world.

I was never into fashion, and my spite is good and tough. I do all that makes me good and then expectations are very low. No rewards and nothing to look forward to but to stay level. But they think me something like a worm and a worm has to be trodden on a welcome mat awaits them and they speak in monotones.

To fry me is good but I am still not edible. Then they so trap and such stuff. They made the trappings so good my useless sisters are enthroning inside them.

Like ladies of the night, they get on it and trampoline with them starry nights that made them unique.

They teach their kids early to think like thieves, and they destroy something that should be cherished. The natural curiosity of childhood. Don't say that do not speak out of turn. Well, it is what children do.

"How would you know."

"People like you should mind your own business."

"Okay." I speak being totally not frank this man is so odd.

"I want my grandson to think like a normal man."

I do not know what a normal man looks like if anyone did it is not this man. His grandson is looking like he is not comfortable. The odd man is thinking these paintings do not hold the allure of anything." Come we should go."

"Come again." I speak.

"Not likely. I am a gentleman and do not do doodles."

"You see once these noodles are made masking severe pain and lacking in gain there is so much, we can do with them."

"Rubbish."

The young boy looks oddly discomforted and speaks like his grandsire.

"I can paint better than these painters."

"Of course you can my dear boy. Come we will go and get ice cream."

I the painter looked on as they wandered on it was a Saturday and the market was open, so I too wanted to shop. I made a few purchases, and the market stall was empty of goodies and then I just closed the gallery and went home. It was the most hopeless day of my life. Because I did not amount to much did not have anything in me and a child of thirteen could make better art than I did.

Now to make art one has to study and study hard and to write is even more soul making or destroying. But for we have been replaced by AI. Now the AI must be more likely to beat us all. To thank the good lord that something bad has to happen in order that humanity can see as wrong?

Of course, in the AI one feeds something and something perfect comes along. If that is wrong, then it is nothing to do with the creators if right they make a mint.

Once upon a time when the worst-case scenario was happening, I had hope. But now everything has to be perfect even when it is disabled? Because being disabled one is not perfect.

If the image of the mind is the copy of where the art is then what if this was the norm disabled, then you must create perfection all the time. So, one gets carried away AI images and the perfection of the English language when they dislike letting one into their inner circle.

You we do not invite in because you have no bed for us the nights are lonely." I just thought of inviting you over but Mother smells."

"Mother also alas has only one leg. It is frightful it is sad is it not?"

"Very." the droll woman and the sad widow found me so amusing.

The thing about the English is how sad it is that everything is right for them and that they have somewhere to go to. They enjoy times spent with each other so much more than the times spent within the homes because they dislike spending time doing chores.

I am being disagreeable.

But as a young woman that was what I thought then found my sisters thought the same. They took to living their lives involved within their time.

Then they hated my disability.

Then I hated their perfect lives happiest with each other and both husbands had a go with them tarts.

Life is sometimes common and never dull.

"Let me have a Pinky."

"Finger on it."

Z always picked the toilet wallpaper.

B helped her.

Then they charged me to repair the whole wall.

Bustling with pride they took the pitta bread and made fun their excuse their kids took to living within their wallets and did away with respect. People like me did not know what money bought.

It bought them elderly wives and manifold troubles ahead but still their honeymoon is good when the lusts are there.

"But she cannot be?"

Perfect makeup and foolproof student and then there they go on the new bridal journey and have a nice life and a nice time. While they make out in the blue lagoon the thing that takes the cake is there is no sense in all this.

"He married her?"

"Of course she is not a cheap woman."

"I am behaving well towards her the thing if she has conquered them all. She is charming to them."

"What politeness courtesy does for some."

"Never ask the truth for the truth is harmful for the seeker."

"So, no more science and no more art and then we find we just will live in the lagoon."

"And it all started by English and then we found the truth."

"Go out and never come back."