Elementary! my dear flotsams
much ado about nothing
far from the road to Wigan Pier
wasted energy on the road less travelled
let them eat cakes
or go down the mines to dig up another name
after all you have nothing to loose but your chains
a nightingale will sing in Berkeley Square
and Hampstead will never be your homestead
so drag your feet and sport your flat caps
down the Old Kent road
where your Old Man's a Dustman
the home of the Gentry is not your castle to loot
your gripe of wrath is actually very boring
hop it and go meet your man on Clapham Omnibus
and if you want to read
the works of scholars
you have to sign your monikers many times
and by jove man
make sure you use the Service entrance
Revolution my iced Bollinger
like Che Guevara was at Margate supping Ales
at the Red Lion ******

When they look down
at their miniatures flaccid inactive
and filled embarrassment and pent rages
they scramble to desks
and with onyx fingers and quills
satiate their despair in fanciful incantations
and whimsical curses
warriors stand with Excalibur
gilded craftsmen with gifted lances
the harlequins script dirges
for down below
the quick-fire from stubs and twigs
will never light up a storm
or keep the home fires burning
in body and soul
so in anger
they squat in caves and pen ditties to the invader
spewing that which they cannot utter
in hand to hand or face to face
envious hate run deep
and they wish Long Staff was dead
and vibrant Moors never crossed the Caspian
with their ornamental daggers
and long swords

A born leader
in qualified certificated status
so you recognized that
and put me apart
acknowledging my superiority
though in my
leadership role
I gracefully decline
so please tell me
why should I give a ****
about you

Not your minority
how can I be in my nobility
so you recognized that
you try isolation
you want me to have siege mentality
to feel oppressed
to feel embattled
sad and forlorn
but please tell me
why your problem should be my
problem

In my sublimity
proven and recognized in graciousness
that which maddens you
in agitated recognition
you say do my head in
because my superior mind threatens you
and you feel small
with your small minds
your churlish crudeness
your demonstrable bigotry and pathetic shame
your inferiority

Its all your problem
your inadequacy makes you defensive
your narrow minds curses you
it rings in your heads
and you hallucinate
seeing slights and jibs
your superficiality has become your paranoia
your miseries and instability
crazily seeks company
in your vacuous heads
I become your behemoth
the shinning Light you all cannot abide
your fantasy lover

It was in the age of wonders unseen
a moment in time years gone
free radicals in plasma vision
high definitions in pixels hues

A quantum leap far from my diaspora
frequencies blare in statics
sights seen not deciphered
icons flicker in transmission

It was in the age of sight and unsounds
graphic audios  stricken tones
inputs and outputs in staccato
remote controlled hit replays

A million light years from my Antenna
and I see zigzag lines in frame
saw buzzing from mast to mast
and a broken conduit plugged in

It was plain from the get-go not my scene
alien signals defo incompatible
pathways divergence defaults
end of the drama of disengaged

And gladly fade to black and switched off
it is their age of delusions
and their world of illusion
their escapism n distractions
a million repeats of a non-experience is nada

In the gangster nation
the red fog of the foggy reds
gremlins of twisted Lenins trance
in cloak of lies and delusions at the long table
all for the one with gold taps and gilded Fawcett'
***** on the muzhik as the oligarchs bow in reverence
and offer millions in protection for life family and super yachts
the gangster Don in gangster paradise screws equality and justice
his mistresses in Gucci Dior and Givenchy sip Bollinger champagne
and the moujik  sing to Lenin and curse the Tsars a thousand curses
its all the fault of the crown
the clowns and morons say
the Gangster Don is the
man of the people
long live the Don
long live madness
long live Nuclear
LIES
long live Nuclear
POWER

If its self-made
wear the bane of responsibility
a damning yoke
the badge of your limitations
bedeviling scars
stirring pains and dour emotions
seeping weak souls
in lessons of doubts and confusions
blazing in angsts
but but
but but but
a blameless one
assuage in the machinations of evil
where malice
wickedness and blindness are dazzled
by the darkness
of the evil of men and mice and rats
in faultless innocence
the spirit and center holds in calm vibes
the providence of fate
none is promised fair winds in trade winds
blue skies knows only summers
so in rain and storms or starless gales nights
guilt free and unbowed
we whisper vespers in the laps of the gods

In cooked and done despair
incognitos egged on staples and cheap
swarm around as professional pokers and prodders
bereft of dignity introspection or shame
they buoy on the empty deeds
of the vacuous vacant