Untamed mammals release tensions before mine own eye's. Chains art broke, none more cloaks to hide those dreading thoughts of suicide. Raging dictating swearer's, jewels traded for tools as the sun lowers. Tis this place gets rarer and bare. . . . . . .Cars surround. Compound their rubbers to bullets of blood issued steel. . .Captivating and excruciating. Music to thy ear's turneth to bad news! ! Chess sweepers. Checker winners. Both losers whilst the rest born sinners. . . Costly state pay to fatcat pocket books hands; some issue warnings whilst protective custody issues dull demands. . . . . All prosecution standeth  to issued remaxed detective blogees. . . . . . .redneck respecters cometh with protectors whilst the odd breeds cometh with a dodger. . . . . .mystique, defeat. . . . .to thy hands thou art tied from behind! Move up the latter, tasteth thine coroded own chatter, the deaf art now the blind. . . . . . .

Tea and Trumpets
Anyone
No Mum, No Dad
Time to have some fun

We don’t like rules
Or to be told what to do
We need to be
Our shade of blue

Now we will build
An island fence
And run our own show
With no interference

Like Fatcat Trump
In the USA
We’re fat enough to run
Our world our way

O Happy Day O Happy Day :(

your slightest movement signified everything you wouldn't say
and the daunting days piled up as you hoarded them all away
we toppled over and crumbled in a drizzly march with a grizzly, gloomy may
june is a troubadour, a roomy humidor for a wealthy fatcat's ratty toupee
wilful ways flutter and stutter in a bluish daze, a risqué soirée
a field day for the crazed, healthy fiancés of disarray and decay

Untamed mammal's release Tension's before mine own eyes,
Chains are broke, no more smoke to hide those dreading thought's of suicide!!!!

Raging dictating swearer's,
Jewels traded for tools,
As the sun lowereth this place get's barer and rarer!!!!

Cars surround,
Compound their tires to bullet's of plasma issued brace!!!

Captivating,
Excruciating,
Music to thy ears turns to bad news!!!!

Chess sweepers,
Checker winner's,
Both losers,
The rest born sinners!!!!

Costly state pay to fatcat's pocket booked hands,
Some issue warnings,
Whilst protective custody issues strong demands!!!!

All prosecuting stands issued remaxed detective blogger's,
Rednecked respecters come with protector's,
While odd breed's come with a dodger!!!!

Mystique,
Defeat!!!

To thy hands thou hath tied from Behind!!!

Move up the latter,
Taste thy corroded own chatter,
The deaf hath now turned blind!!!!

Here’s my thinking:
Sir Kevan probably gave a decent plan
with solid foundations and associated cost
not loss
and all the Ricardians could see
was that it wasn’t all me, me, me
and so slashed away and thought:
those dumb enough to teach
can eat the **** sandwich
it’s not like they do anything that matters,
****** chattering classes,
now, how do we get them to do childcare
for the next six weeks
to stop the knived dead
and angry, apoplectic kids
and make sure their drone folks are on the lines
to feed our fat, fatcat selves?
I’m sure that Portia works for Ofsted...

I just wish like everyone else that Americans could get a whole year worth of free gas for all of us, we should be aloud to fill our cars up with gas up to two times a day, since we're giving billions and more to tax dollars that are just going into fatcat pocket books and projects more than illegal overseas and in our borders that Americans don't even know about that I think they would be pretty upset knowing where the money really goes,and the irony is our money is completely worthless anyways us being 17 trill in debt so I think our government can afford for all American's a free year of gas and a full fill of gas up to twice daily! If I was president bet yourself everyone would be getting that free gas for a year, that would help low payed workers like me who go to school or single moms and dads who make pennies and have kids to get a booster. I'm ready to run for the pres. And best believe the oil wealthies wouldn't like me as president and I don't like them particularly to much either. That's who I am American.

conglomerate of nothingness

gutters filled with leaves hold more life

wet desolate glare filled onyx streets

homeless Vet still fights a fight

fatcat politicians
dining on lies and the steak dinner they keep from the soldier that fought for their very own freedom

conspiracy theories

senseless violence

crime scene yellow ribbon
outside it,
the people ogle its truly sad normality

flashing red and blue lights

the sirens are coldly - eerily redundant

screams and gunshots are common place

another coroners car is full