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Mar 2021
Hello Clone
my dear old friend
you've pleaded again for my help
you've said 'speak up for me, speak up for you'
but Cloney this is about you and very little about me
yes, we look alike and sound alike
maybe walk alike and smile alike
but in all honesty
that's about it

You know right from the start
there were three of us
there's me
there's you Cloney
and there's them East End Gangsters and their flying monkeys
or the duped Useful Idiots, as some would call them
them gangsters and extortionist made you up Cloney
I just sat and watched, you Clone is who they dipped in the ****

Don't get me wrong, I am empathic and do see and know
how wrong, unjust, unfair and evil all these narcissistic psychos
are doing
but I have always given criminals and sad sick evil finks
a very wide berth so I do not their ways, style or even their language
scums, slimes, spivs, chancers, thieves, bullies, and gangsters don't impress me much, neither do ignorant weak useful idiots
we all live in different worlds

Clone I know they made you up
or 'fitted you up' as they put it in their street parlance
they've been throwing mud at you, character assassination
slander, defamation, misinformation and misrepresentation
discrediting you, degradation and trying to humiliate you
all because of their guilt and shame

They were criminals who stole from me and I stood up to them
they know they were caught bang to rights and they are guilty
they live in shame, disgrace and fear
they just have never been able to rest easy
so they need to bluff, intimidate, discredit and spread their miseries
they say 'attack is the best form of defence
its the criminals' way of life, its how they live, its what they do

So Clone, I'm sorry at what they're doing to you
I have watched all this wishing I could help in some way
despite it all being very close to me I have managed to keep at arms length
these're  pathetic contemptible people with nothing going for them
there's really no comparisons between me and pond dwellers

I've never been the lowlife that steals from my neighbour
never been an alcoholic druggie needing to steal to buy drugs
or thieving frustrated ******* trying to sell their bodies to the black man next door
like I stated, its a life or world I know little about
and that drives them into volcanic rages  
you Clone have been selected as sacrificial lamb at the altar
of Pond life, Crooks, Guttersnipes, the Displaced and Vulgarism
all I can do is pray for you
and fight my boredom
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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     Thomas W Case and Ken Pepiton
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