That iridescent image I had known for years
seen it in various guises and learnt its form by heart
know its poetry from the classics under Grecian lights
and when it appeared this time I delve to find its mind

But it was for Papa that the birth of reason grew
in a missive unspoken and a call enveloped later unfurled
a whisper rose that urged, look after for me, I will soon be gone
a king had spoken perchance to a chosen knight now obliged to obey

the ode of times and fleeting sighing sights of the light-footed
in rays of play the child of our times skips boundarys and forts
maidens sing stories and the gallant forays in skirmishes abound
a ringing promise hangs as a willow in wisp claims legacy unknown

tempest swirls and sound in fury rules in chagrin and ardour
a gamekeeper sees a ***** traipsing the trails of Tigers and lions
the tipsy gypsy hears neither the troubadour nor the rites of Templars
a mind envisaged was the shrunken bulb of shrubs and alien foliage

Be it not a dirge or condemnations of seducing Westering gales
banquets laid for differing tastes and jesters jest for mirth and frolics
a wizened once reached out in wordless touch, a promise sailed forth
In deep blue sea a mindful dolphin far from home turns and swims away......

Wanna know a secret you impoverished souls
well listen carefully now
Do you know
that when you have absolute contempt for something
I mean really deeply felt unshakably genuine contempt
well, that something, becomes so diminished, insignificant
that it become NOTHING, yes, absolute NOTHING
it looses any worth, any meaning, any impact or essence

Let me tell you about CONTEMPT
something you know nothing about
you say you have birthright in the mother of Democracy
that you believe in freedom and the Rights of all Human beings
you holler civilization and talk of Higher Learning and Education
that you believe in Equality regardless of race, gender and creed
you bang on about meritocracy and the dignity and right to Peace
YET
you break into your Black neighbor house and stole his property
then you victimize your neighbor saying he has no birthright
it is wrong for a black to aspire
in your gangrene eyes, its an abomination
for a black to be decent, law-abiding and do better than you
so, you robbed them and then
you coral your fellow scums and lied through your teeth
you twist truth and turned a hapless victim into a pariah
you concoct accusation of greed and arrogance to justified your crimes
you swept up moronic thugs and crooks to harass and harangue
to hound and smear, to taunt and torment
to humiliate, sabotage and destroy a promising future
you revealed and robed your racism
you dear friends is the epitome of CONTEMPTIBLE
YOU....though beneath CONTEMPT is what CONTEMPT denotes
YOU and all associated with you
are the Glaring examples
of ABSOLUTE and TOTAL CONTEMPTIBLES.

That Cat is so slick
man! that dude's as slick as a prototype Maclaren's F1
In type, there's just no match around
academicals - he comes A Type
sound as sound can be, tungsten steel the frame
cool as dew with va va vroom to make toes curl
that Cat is just so slick

hey up, here come De Demoralization Mob
de  Tonton Makout of mama Doc Macafethievies
that doyen of house-burglars and her mob de Anarchy
criminal gangstalkers and the dime-a-penny mob
tasked with the job of pulling down a Colossus unstained

That Cat is just so slick
in dazzling casual style arrayed
with wit and wisdom expressed with panache
in any work or labour always tops the league outright
the quickest of mind, the sharpest of tools, he's just that smart
yet as laid back as the sweetest wine, yet as strong as Balkan *****
that Cat is so slick

Hey up! see the tonton Makout, brainless zombies droning
full of crap in mindless quest twisting in revolting mire
attack-dogs with rotten teeth, snapping and snarling in rabid throe
the going-nowheres of today venting frustrating and eating cancers
them dregs of the simpletons brigade and cannon fodder society

That cat is just so slick
a fine specimen of the real man in a real place
self-assure and vapoured in quiet confidence that's proven
the sensibility of sages, the cheeky humour of designers lauded
a masterpiece of a lover, a renowned craftsman of romanticism
oh to sing like a nightingale and write like he made the language
he cruises in effortless grace like you sail smoothly on the high seas
wow that Cat is exceptionally sleek

Hey up! here trudges the tonton Makout of Ghostville
verbose empties drunk on nonsense ales spewing doom and doom
two score years of anodyne dirges, a thousand dingos doing tangos
eating ****, spewing crap, paid a penny for fermenting forcasts
ding-bats doing the ding **** without any ding-dongs to show
miseries of their inadequacies projected in abject forms and style

That Cat is just so so slick
the host with the most, the Legend that make them feel unworthy
the thinking womans' dream, the *****' dearest wish, the man good
titled and honorable, straight as a dime, sincere, caring, he's just all
the sane mothers will see the son they wished they had
tonton Makouts sees that which they can never be, no matter what
They are never play in that League, all they want is to break a leg
jealousy and envy haunts them in radiated fumes, they choke
that Cat is just so slick and cool and he's the real Deal.....

See it ghosts through your misty eyes
the landscape is changing and look what's happening
got you pulling the political correctness veil outta the way
ain't fooling them all is now blazing on the poster boards displays
they're now seeing your naked hate and famed forked tongues oiled
they know your moves is all about telling them to stay as you say
your simmering fire burns beneath masked by white bandages
the language masters who weaves idioms, verbs and nouns
our demented artists with the pallet of mixed sous colours
now exposed deranged as the pathetic cowards in fears
twisting and recoiling like maggots in turpentine
onlookers now in picture how you deny dignity
and ironize stereotypes you peddle glibly
we are all equal except the painters
who owns the white canvas
and carry the brushes
they see the black
painted black
but now
they know why
your masks drops
PC is a whip hand
you hide no more
your secret in the open
your narrow view exposed
your weaknesses now seen
your nightmare now empowers
dead or alive, your secret is well out

I know they are inferior
little self esteem, inadequate
nothing to be proud of
lacking attention
so they gotta project
little people, little minds
envious and jealous, poor mites....
So it's simply a union of the afflicted
'quid pro quo'