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Yenson Aug 2019
I am a prince
so what
get over yourselves
you're beneath me
and that's just the fact!

You're commoners
of low birth
go blame god
I had nothing to do with it
simple reality, get real

I eat with my hands
no need to show off
you on the other hand, always complaining
needing attention always

Go learn to be independent
Princes are born ready
they eat responsibilities
you eat fish and chips and drink too much

You wanna be a Prince
but you can't, too bad for you
you ain't got chutzpah or finesse
and you live in awe of me

If not why can't you live and let's live
ain't taken none from you
but you all have green eyes full of envy
and you don't bath daily

I am a prince
a **** good one at that
you are blinded commoners
**** bad and revolting ones, at that
hahaha...hahaha....hahaha, common plebs!
belligerent numpties spoiling for attention, childish, immature
and never up to standard, daft as brushes....
Do you think Princes grow on trees.
Yenson Aug 2019
At the kindergarten of the morose vigilantes
they eat their alphabet soup to form their brains
that singular organs that resides therein with chips from Cathay
and common sense long gone down the drains
he says she is black, they squeaked
unaware it metaphorical
the rats squeaked, we haunt him with black
the fool downstairs and all things black gathered in union
now, those with just a little nuance hear me
a Mediterranean exotic hue tanned duskily is actually a great look
the metaphorical black refers to joining bad company
but tell not the feral idiots with alphabet soup brains
let them run fools errands with black see black hate
where will we be if daftness aren't present to augur our brilliance.....
Hahaha...hahahaha......hahahah....
Yenson Aug 2019
Come tell the self-penned book
all about its contents therein
written in dazzling light
even in sanguine era

Come tell the self-penned book
that which you hold in malice
an scribbled in ink of hemlock
as you squirm in envious pits

Come tell the self-penned book
your long gone minds can read
when you see wrong as right
and live graceless in soot

Come tell the self-penned book
your worth in negative flares
a thousand swallows is not a summer
pitch darkness lives in fear of penetrating light
Yenson Aug 2019
A complete prepares for all eventuality
knowing cast-iron guarantees can be cast-offs
and today's joy could easily be tomorrows sorrow
what's to know is that you have to know yourself to bits
and never ever lie to yourself that way you keep it real real
now keep your force positive, nothing else beats that pure energy

So ask me and I'll tell you, its what it is
who told you there's a golden path without hardship
there's always a payback so make sure your earn your dues
the rough and the smooth are brothers, both sees all as relatives
show positivism to them both and you'll notice the rough changing
and the smooth shinning more radiantly and buzzing to stay awhile

On this Planet the're more unhappy troubled people
much more than happy contented and joyously peaceful ones
conflicted minds are conflicted cities with conflicted ideologies so
raging pains in diseased minds, miseries constantly seeking company
Set in the furious maelstrom a Complete walks untouched and calm
No internal war or wounds to tend or share only pity for the afflicted

A complete masters owned emotions in true light
always present fully in the present all is deeply ingrained
mind the keenest, memories and passions all at highest tones
experience of hardships as strengthening allies, a soul steel-forged
and residing in the realm of Positivism all is orderly within surely
faced with the deranged, conflicted damaged and sad pitiful lame

the Complete will genuflect to The Higher Power and in gratitude
utters
Thank Heavens I am not like them, I will never do what they do
or feel as they feel or think as they think or talk as they talk
Yenson Aug 2019
Do not expect the morons
to see the obvious, its not in their nature
low voltage minds neither reasons nor rationalizes
not a processor, it merely ignites and carry wattage
thus, merely a repetitive uno-conductor, electrical parrot
a switch, basic and simple , on off, on off in circuit frame
overloading an advanced mind, I think not from a mere tool
a cannon fodder task for cannon fodders ain't worth the time
triggers obsolete, hinges and anchors only applies to simpletons


A sane realist knows a positive union is two ways
the onus is not just from one side if it were real and sincere
they cannot see that's where their drama leaks like a torn sieve
in their world a one sided currency note is genuine and real kosher
and they would keep it to buy their mothers a pink scarf and roses
or perhaps save it to attend the puppet show for the blind and dumb
or buy that bestseller, ' How to win Enemies and influence Nothing'
Ah, the snowflakes and snow-minds and snow bodies all frozen cold
life on the piste, ******* with their **** heads all amiss in tizzies

Hahaha.....hahaha......hahaha.....hahaha
Yenson Aug 2019
There stands our Novel Chamberlain
Xenophobic uber-prat with top dog pretensions
a weak chine coward showing profile unrefined
goggles dark, black shirted.shameless bully craves attentions
parody of a man mired in semblance exuding puerile ignorance fine
insipid pale republican Tonton Macoute compensating his limitations

There stands our novel Chamberlain
a oaf with mildew loaf, the  ubiquitous Brown shirt warrior
he's here, there pontificating absurd prose worthy of disdain
cringing vocabulary, warped voyeuristic styles, he straddles Parlio
emitting odious **** of a mentally deranged finding shelter in de rain
basking in mock praises from acolytes and accounts in his alter-egos

There stands our Nonentity Chamberlain
the charlatan of all poetic sides and raconteur un- magnifique
he's eaten in Laos, slept i Siberia, climbed the Laurent and lion slain
been all over the world, bedded women from China to Mozambique
he is a trialist, finalist, racialist, specialist, a fantasist, all but not plain
as he sits in ***** drawers in a dingy room masking his life oblique

There stands our 'no-mark' Chamberlain
dark shades and black T-shirt a poser fantasizing he is a G-man
look behind the facade and see the under-endowed troll insane
a coward, a nasty, witless, brain addled yob and **** fresh in a can
show me the confident wholesome being who does like this knave
a fake con artist, buffoon, with the pretentious guise so much in frame



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Yenson Aug 2019
“ And so they went to war......coercive game” to wage new form of disruptive non-violent protest against the powerful, but undemocratic cliques by targeting individuals who belong to these circles, but stay under radar of democratic process. I don’t think the object of the attack matters – it’s the method of the attack what matters. Instead of exposing something they go undercover and “fix” situation as they see it fit their agenda whatever it might be. Since everything in their game is secret they are themselves the definition of word “undemocratic.”  

If I was greedy by working, paying Taxes and not a burden to the state
Why not simply call me out and expose the reason for your accusation
Why a ruthless covert war, why spread lies and disinformation and
misinformation
They could not do that
These are Thieves and Criminals
out to silence and discredit and hide their criminality
They is no guilt on my part, I called out thieves and scumbag crooks
By now
I should have had a breakdown
I should have left the Country scared out of my wits
I should have committed suicide or been incarcerated in jail
least they wanted to soften me up, turn me into a witless dummy
a confused withering fool pushed from pillar to post, begging acceptance.
NO
I am not intimidated by Thieves and their Mobsters
I am not softened up and I will keep unflinchingly to my truths
Fools, how can memories of my poor wife that you broke
blackmailed and made her leave depress me when I know the truth
Was happy she went as it was most painful watching her suffer
You know I could have gone looking to bring her back
I did not because I felt good knowing she's out of it
THEN
you tried creating unrequited Love that I saw from miles away
I didn't take the bait, yet you drone on like imbeciles that you are
anything to drain, depress, demoralize, break, torture or torment
I laugh at you gumption-less sickos cause its now obvious
no matter Criminals are really stupid, imbecilic, asinine fools
Its really true that nobody in their right minds ever wants to be
a criminal. You are semi-illiterates, worthless paranoid, fearful, twisted, psychotic cowards and Narcissists
AND
those are the well known tools you project on to your victims
thinking because they are not hardened Criminals like you
they will break and crumble
To be hounded and followed is your worst nightmare
To an innocent man, its a pack of fools wasting their time
I haven't done anything criminal, why should I care
You hide underground, you need secrecy and anonymity
I have NOTHING TO HIDE, EXPOSE ME AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE
YOU ARE SCUMS AND CRIMINALS, THIEVES, BURGLARS, THE DREGS OF SOCIETY...the shame is yours NOT mine

White thieves and Mobsters in London putting the bite on a blackman who they stole from and who stood up to them!

YOU DON'T SCARE ME CHEAP DISGRACEFUL SCUMS
YOU DO NOT SCARE ME ONE TINY BIT......
Do your worst, scumbags.......
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