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Yenson Aug 2019
Com'on, how will you feel
if you know the only privileges  
you have comes from being an underlings
its not like your ancestors left you half of Park Lane
and you have silver cutlery and maids and servants to call
Yes
my
friend
you will be full of resentments and hate
you will sit before a Pc on a lovely day
everyday actually and spill your guts out
Its par for the course, oh...how the hate burn
ok
ok
let off steam, scream it all out on paper
just don't go killing your parents
there's no family silver or Land deeds
so please don't go down that desperate route
Sit calmly and know knowledge is power
even useless ***-bits can come in handy
so get trolling, let that hate spill out of you
keeping it in will only bring on your cancer quicker
self-loathing and envy, jealousy all negative energy
****
And don't think about your little problem below
just concentrate on opposing and trolling duties for now
Fancy galvanizing about in comfort
not having to work and sweat and be an underling
oh! its too much, the cheek of it all
Bet these ******* are laughing at us
hahaha.....hahaha....

Anybody seen my silver spoon
Somebody there....call me my MajorDomo
Say, where's my silver spoon, I want my silver spoon NOW!
Yenson Aug 2019
Leave me a message
earn your badges of dishonor in disservice
we see your vibrant thirsts in oasis burns your lips
and where mediocrity is birthright and the mark of Cain
unfed lives and underfed minds marry your ignominy and strife
banished from natural grace you fester in vagaries of dimness pool
gather the herds and walk on water while singing the songs of fools
Leave me a message and take your pittance for my gratitude thus full
Yenson Aug 2019
The crown of a bully
is more painful than a crown of thorns
for while a crown of thorns adorned a head of glory
the bully's crown was for six pieces of silver never spent
and the eternal derision of all who knew only weak wickedness
traitors gait and faithless spirit whispers with evil for the fall of grace
whence the time came the coward died in eternal shame and disgrace
Yenson Aug 2019
Sado vigilantee paddy
work horse road digger
get me a tan and black
find me a four-leaf clover
for I was born a coward
and come from the bogside
Yenson Aug 2019
I had touched the rays of the sun from my mother's womb
I have listened to the voice of reason before it was written
I have opened my eyes before the deliver shook me to breath
I spoke before my milk teeth grew out of tender gums
My sword was out of its sheath before fourteen days alive
I was walking before you even began to crawled
I was borne ready
Show me what you have
and I will show you why
the Mahogany will never be a sycamore
My roots grow deep in glorious earth sipping earthy banquets
I drink from the unseen wells before the rains brings ifs offerings
My tap root straightens in the domain of the sheltered fire wisdom
I will see you in places you do not even know you have been or seen
and in mid-earth where your laughter is unheard you will learn truth
in translucence mist the ore of iron will narrate the pride of Sycamore
that hung tall and gangling in wanton array without paying its due
I am a son of the deep earth and from its crucible I was born prepared
I was borne ready.............
Yenson Aug 2019
Thieving and burglary - deliberate
indulgent, ignorance, waste of opportunities - deliberate
drinking, loose morals, bad company, drugging - deliberate
lazy, stupidity, state dependency in viable health - deliberate
babies for welfare payments, employment avoiding - deliberate
hate, envy, jealousy, lies, slander, crimes, drunkenness - inadequacies
Racism, ignorance, small mindedness, pettiness, belligerence - Low scale inherent characteristics

Betrayal - engineered
Loss of employment and brilliant career ruination - engineered
alone and social isolation - engineered
lack of intimate relationship - engineered
Rudeness, screams, fractured relationship - engineered
economic stagnation - engineered
Physical limitations - engineered

In the woke civilisation of the great Island
Psychopaths Social and structural Engineers march in Red
In raving anodyne tones the entitled ivories do the twist
Please ignore all the listed deliberate glaring omissions above
No! you see in deluded grandeur
Its time for the blame game, its time for the blame game
Its all the fault of the immigrant
who studied and worked to make a better life
especially that black successful one
with everything just going well for him
we didn't boat him on on the Windrush
He's not cleaning our roads or in the factory
He's not fetching and wiping **** in the Hospital
He's not even into crime and supplying our drugs
No! No! No!
He is a leech and  a parasite
He is responsible for our miserable uninspiring life
Comrades, join us, the Revolution is now

They say I suffer, I have pain
How can I, I wonder
when its  all your engineered and dramatized work
of which I am not in the least responsible!
And you know it!
Narcissists, Psychopaths, Depressives, Mentally challenged loonies
We give you your Revolution, please enjoy the spoils!!!
see what they are reduced to.....hahahaha   hahahaha.....hahahaha
all those who come from all the old colonies would be laughing too.
we know them too well.....
Yenson Aug 2019
The Wind Cried Mary..........

After all jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red

And the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind, it cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that they lived is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember?
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"

And the wind cries Mary


by Jimmy Hendricks
RIP....Maestro extraordinaire...

Songwriters: Jimi Hendrix
The Wind Cries Mary lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
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