and the zen specialist was so un-zen
for all was false in his world unseen
better to fake it and find distractions intense
conjuring stories of lust, passion and women
ignoring the thumb downstairs that's long frozen
resentment boiling at whoppers of brown gifted tokens
who can go hard and deep and do it for long is so vexing
weak, inadequate riddled with rancor and bile he is not a shogun

they fed the drunks and borrowed money to thieves
it became too much for every week there was something to give
never to be returned or returned and then borrowed again
The givers were quiet and decent hard-workers never in strife
known to go by quietly friendly but mostly kept to themselves

the female drunkards and wanton daughters wanted a ****
quiet man lender come see us when your wife is at work
we could have fun and perhaps a tenner or two just for drinks
no thank you he replied and hell has no fury like a woman scorned
well war is declared he thinks he is better than us so high an mighty

the protection racket began give money or we make your life hell
broke in quiet couple flat and stole, damaged cars and racist abuse
No more of this says the hapless targets I will report you lot to all
no says racist thieves, this is our manor its you to go back to jungle
we will show you who rules and from now you are toast and finished

The thieves says we are going to do your head in, make you paranoid
hound and harass you and breath down your neck the contract is on
know thieves have connections and Protection racket intimidates
they twist your life and lie a million times fooling the unknowing
they frame you and isolate you and all that's innocents is poisoned
your wife will run and friends will abandon you with hate abound

He is just this nice quiet friendly kind man became he's a monster
they thought six months and he would pick his tail and do a flee
the ***** is on, watch the ******* burn or beg to die any day now
I have done nothing wrong, you're thieves racists scums I fear not
Do your worst, come **** me, I'm not your victim or your jail *****

I'm not fearless or stupid nor a ******* desiring horrific non-life
I paid taxes and did no wrong and I believe in the rule of Law
this a civilized democracy not the lawless West with vigilante laws
yes, its a white world, I am minority so you have all the advantages
your racist mindset is your problem not mine, so do your worst

call out your obnoxious Nevs, Jasons, and all the Kapos and sheep
turn the screws as tightly as you can and pour all your **** and bile
I'm not first black-man who has suffered heinously in your hands
you can build your walls and crucify me daily but my mind and spirit is above yours and you will never have them....I have done nothing WRONG ......come do your worst

Cheap-shots shooter in the play ground
the winds cry mother but bullying beats grieving
never had the attention nor the hugs and love so here I am
the toad of Mind Un-poetic aside sanity with violent tendencies
a numskull with a pea-shooter for gun, a cocktail sausage in my pants
in the disgrace of my mind the wool lives and the winds cry this is a
sado-nonentity

Who is there to taunt and terrorize the faithless
who buys nada from the prophets of the barren paradise
where apparitions sell magical sights in haze and mirrors opaque
and forked tongues roasted in wombs of maligning albinos cold frosts

The blank minds resend entrails of bigoted shames
keepers of secret sins rigging sails to ferry malice fore thought
for in the light of the just the laden-ed pirates sees incoming storms
in sinners fermented heads the hurricane winds cry Mary's ill spawn  

Unrest for the uncontested domicile hicks and dolts
game-keeper turned washers to arrived nouveau riche in browns
wounded by hate and bitter a bitter potion now ingested by left-overs
our modern terrorists in sackcloth and shame seeks neon power in saps' dusts

We cordially invite you all
so do come one and all to our bonfire
oh come children of Cecil Rhode and Winston Churchill
do come children of the Brown Shirts and Enoch Powell
this is a special party and we have gone modern
We have one of them in our grid all secure and tight
We have a sport of Invalidation to do
and this is not going to be like the old time Religion
oh yes, we have grown smarter, we don't lynch them anymore

So please leave the white robes and pointed hat behind
what we do this days is called the Slow Death, much PC you see
We get our target and hype him up to tear him apart
Put out the news he's an arrogant rich ******* and a parasite
Smear him with lies and defame and slander him
wife-beating monster is always a good defamation to use
then hound, harass, bully and intimidate the *******
ostracize him so much and isolate him make sure he's left alone

Then launch the psychological attacks, we want him to suicide
ruin his career, his reputation and everything he holds dear
visit him relentlessly with grief, miseries and emotional pain
abuse and humiliate him and sabotage and depress him
it is our land we need to liquidate and eradicate this ******
spread fabrication, disinformation and misinformation
make that person a non-person, do all you know to frustrate him
Remember we are the Top dogs, no uppity buck is gonna live
Make sure you brainwash the others and use them against him
We are the controllers and the only ones that have power
Persistence is the key

Oh come children of the New Era and the woke days
no more crude tarring and feathering, its the era of slow death
We flip the show and he becomes the oppressor and parasite
its a war of revolution against Greedy Royals, that's your story
we frame the ******* and fry him in little pieces
We are clever, we are the army of the people, that's our story
We will invalidate that ******* *** and **** all that he was
We bring slow death, we take proper and decent out and trade places
We are the proud racist Invalidators, but don't tell no one...