To answer is to dignify the parables of Sodomites
who dwell in the cesspits and speak shitte
for when they see their aimlessness tear asunder
they scurry and tarry tossing logs in their ailing fires
the laughable painful reminders of goods never brought
the scurrilous plans thwarted before it germinated

left ostrich eggs on the Botox a missed faces of ants and maggots
with borrowed pygmies' brains and delusions Babylons lost
their anxiety raised as they wait in frustrated tension
for a lead to give meanings to the mundanity of the lowlifes
A palace acknowledgement is a prize highly sought  
offering relevance to sons and sisters of the commoners

Oh, how hard it is for fools to accept they play a foolish hand
already with no wit, its wounding to let all know it all a dud
more over alas, why must the bright always shine
their uselessness and constantly having eggs on faces is a drag
they said in numbers we thrive but all they do is hop and dive
fools on parade, talking **** getting banged to nothing

hahaha these little pigs went to market
These little piggies want to play Trading places,
Our little piggies has red and trotted with Tolstoy and Trotskyism. ,
Them little piggies lost their brains in sausages and mash,
These little piggies wasted, money energy and efforts in folly *****,
And these little piggies cry "wee wee wee" all the way home
why doesn't the enemy fall and we are always running and doing
stupid things
hahahaha.....hahaha....because you have no minds of your own, that's why.........
Rather than improve your minds, you spend your time full of hate
hahaha......hahaha......hahaha...you came fourth in the election...!
too busy hating the jews and one black man.....are we??

Mental this, mental that, metal mental burning
unloved, lonely, no purpse, futility et al
nightmare, betray, in deep **** of lost at sea
an on and on the spew run rancid in familiar gutter
Know what, mon amis of the tongues of hell
its simply this
the problems are all yours
Hey! I did not humiliate myself by breaking and stealing
I did not disgrace myself and my clan by burglarizing a neighbor
I was not the drunkard workshy white **** who had ears bent
yeah! the truth hurts like hell, no one had the guts to call you out
no one told you, you're a disgrace and an affront to civilized society
Yeah it hurt you, got under your white skin, drove you insane
So now tell me
you got your gang,
its your manor
the truth skins you alive
opened you raw, the pain has seared your mind
You crave blood, you crave revenge, your humiliation burns
how can you hurt me
I ain't no drunken thief, I ain't no house breaking white trash
you sit with gangs of scums and your paid vigilantes
throw great big lumps of mud, you harass and try to torment
you assassinate character, you sabotage and destroy
do you feel better, it does't erase what you are
and
I am still standing, still laughing, still alive and well
and your humiliation clings to you and yours
and when your demoralizing gangs sing their songs of woe
I laugh, and laugh again and again
because you're all CONTEMPTIBLE S
and contemptibles are contemptibles
No worth, no value
nothing you or your gangs present means anything
shamed, humiliated disgraced contemptible scums
No worth, No value
lowest of the
LOW!!

The depth of my importance confirmed
the essence of me is edifying Glorious
as malice aforethought rages in desperate throes
dud triggers and the fallen snakes gnash gnarled teeth
and promise their rotten flesh to their idols of evil
hating all the sub-men they know and have ingested
all those semis that promised and offered nothing
as they laid on their backs and cursed their ******* luck
as another aimless pretender rides them in passionless waste
For now, A real He come to the fore, He that puts all others in the shade
the mostest with it all and what a find like no other
and how they hate, how they hate, for they know
There's o one else like this, he is the real deal
and neither sons, brothers, fathers, uncles or lovers
will ever match this David of a man, this small Colossus
the Shine magnificent, the real Adam, the Mahogany unstained
They can do nowt but hate, reeling in lustful envy and jealousy
Yes women kills the thing they love and can have,
By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave woman with a sword!
Some **** their love when they are young, some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh:
For such women kills such a Man for hell hath no fury
like a woman spurned and they know this man is the Real Deal
and they can never possess such a Saint!

Distinction, subtlety and the sublime are strangers to Simples'
just as honour, integrity and decency are unknowns to anodynes
vacant unprocessed dusty minds  un-reading encyclopedias samples
holds them and us as the panacea of a drama in Power play tunes
innate inferiority in wasted fractal minds begets aggressive gambles
lacking insight the fevered warriors project their venom as dragoons
busily flaying in fascistic parades professing we are gods of shambles

We are in control, asinines' yodel like drunken maddened Swiss
playing the juvenile gambit of the cockney oafs in low level bazaars
stitching unconnected to fantasies in dim irrelevant fantastical remiss
pigswill and hogwash for pigs the uninvited hosts and ****** Czars
commander of falsehood, Baldericks of Twerpdom says its a promise
as foolish as foolish does, persistence is the key we'll soon have cigars
what tops honour, integrity, decency, who wagers with nits in demise