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Jun 2021
Again and again we go wittering and faffing
about the place
posing and posturing like those plastic dummies
at the arcade
wasting delusions built on illusions fabricated
in glossy white lies
we knew he was a quiet decent man that kept
pretty much to himself
a steady blameless character with no stains
or secrets hidden
we thought removing the wife would have
finished him off
then just lean on him enough to drive him
running to his origins
we are crooks and gangsters and we know
how to silence pain-in-the-*****
we are mobbing him and harassing the hell
outta the bloke
we have isolated him and assassinated his character
and crucified the **** outta him
some plonkers saying they are driving him paranoid
you need fear to induce psychosis
or guilt's, insecurities, inadequacies or a lack of self-belief
or confidence to induce paranoia
****** man is a walking saint, we had to create the smears
and lay it on thick, yet Teflon still smiling
we nave done more then enough that would have
made ten men take their lives
we cannot and must not agree that a clear and blameless
conscience holds no guilt or worries
why is it always us crooks, liars, **** and narcissistic
psychos that's always suffering
always the pathetic sados doing all the ***** nasty work
life's not ****** fair......ahhaaaaaa
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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   Ken Pepiton
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