Again a reminder
In case you need it
Lets not forget Buck
**** happens but just a little pinkie got bit
was just looking at the orange tree in the light
and those horses in majestic profiles galloping along
perhaps looking for that short man and the lady in heels
the Italian care-taker was busy in the dead of night cleaning paths
while remembering not to betray the secret of the lady of the house
oh the lies will keep the Master happy as he does his Art on easel
Matilda will scream  No, No and bang the phone on Herbert again
her trust has been shattered and she's now looking for rainbows
oh life in the Country house is quite a tall tale in summer
but lets not forget Buck, he bit my finger
my little pinky is now sore
mark my words oh Lord
how many can you see
but lets not forget Buck

What failures
oh the failures of leaving home at seventeen
of living and thriving as a minority foreigner
of working and studying to post-grad levels
of maturing wonderfully and being up and decent
of loving and marrying and creating a good home
of no crime, no debts, not a drunk, not a player
of no stained reputation, no borrowing or theft
of being easy-going, nice and friendly, an all-rounder
what failures
the failure of being successful and capable in grace
the failure of doing so well a white neighbor burgled
the failure of saying that's not right, you're rotten thieves
the failure of standing up to bullying thieving mobs
the failure of being gangstalked and destroyed
the failure of being an educated professional black
the failure of being a solid, courageous, wholesome man
the failure of knowing you can't do wrong and get by
Ladies and Gentlemen
these are my failures
Its all there in black and white
its the failure of being a minority
In the british democracy of the Socialists
for it is greed to work hard and be successful
its a failure for blacks to aspire and do well when your white
neighbor is a drunken, welfare dependent waster and thief
And Blacks beware, for if you dare tell them to go change
you will be stalked, hounded, smeared, defamed, humiliated
harassed, bullied, slandered, sabotaged, and basically driven to
suicide or a breakdown
They manufacture Failures to reflect their own failures
They call it Trading Places and dish it out to 'Uppity' Blacks

Ain't it their manor, ain't it their land
is it not their civilization tell me please
they call it post modern and the woke generation
then wake up and see I do not cry for you or your shame
impressive that thieves turn tables on righteousness says it greed
how modern that lynching mob and humiliating at the town stock is
better still witch-hunt and red Witch-finder Generals in Levi an Nikes

Millenniums indulgence, snowflakes privilege
our democracy supports the thieves of the land
and black lives matter as long as there are no Titles to see
meritocracy is for all as long as you know your place with no voice
its a new world order so sleep and stay woke up for anarchy fixes all look how far we've come when Rights and fairness means nothing
and mob and vigilante rule welcomes lying, cheating and wickedness

Tune in and drop in, all is now dope
and yes we mean you all who hear our message
we are lilies and the green fields and sacred island is ours alone
tear asunder the Titled invader and mash their lives to grain and pulp
remember our language is the most common in the whole wide world
so turn and twist it as you like, call the truth lie and say lies are truths
invade the invaders privacy, hold down, tie up and heap on miseries

We are the woke generation of the Master race
when we say we are all humans, we mean us not them
we built our land on ****, pillaging, gun-boats and chicanery
we rule the waves, now lets set waves and storms  our chosen foe
ain't it our manor, ain't it our land, why complain when we steal
Othello may be a General but that **** man was Moor you know
well the moors we have here stay where we want or its scorch-earth

I felt it, I felt it, yes, yes!
Look, see it went right up there
it was a big smooth shiny black dolphin
shiny with a dark gloss and pithy hard frame
wow, it was warm  and I was wet as it arrowed into the sea
I reached out and stroked it as it glided in, it felt hot and firm
I could feel its movement, if felt so big as it swam, leaving ripples
I moved to give it more room to swim and it seem to get even bigger
It was so exciting, I shouted, screamed, never seen a dolphin that big
yet as it swam, it was so tender and gentle, graceful and so rhythmic
one could feel its power, a certain vibe to a force so Pulsatingly good
and that dark glossy velvety smooth skin skimming in milky sprays
just made it so magical, making me think I know why dolphins smile
I felt it and it deeply touched me, I really felt it, there was connection
I will defo go swimming with that dolphin again and again and again