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Yenson Jun 2022
Hey plebs
if you think Prince Andrew
is sitting in sorrow and suffering
that's merely the ignorant perceptions of small minds
the Prince is thanking his lucky stars and totally at ease
having all his creature comforts and glorious free time
no more having to feign interest in what the plebs are doing
or shaking hands and grinning with the unwashed
listening to their inane prattles as they faff about
always hungry for attention as if they matter
anyway to hell with them muses the prince
they can keep their useless adulations
like its the Royals fault they get star struck
mummy says they are silly and I should just keep a low profile
the Prince thinks they can kiss his fine derrière
he's on the vacation of a lifetime
and overjoyed he doesn't
have to smell these dogs anymore
and they can snap growl yap and whine as much as they like
its what they do..... n'est-ce pas ?
Yenson Jun 2022
How many disguises does a fool need to change a light bulb
Answer: Uncountable, because he/she can't see in the dark
hahaha........
Yenson Jun 2022
And their understanding of psychology
leaves them psychologically impaired
and naturally unbeknown to them
their psyche warfare is a battle
of their id's entangled with
perturbed baseless hubris
thus illiterate narcissists
in neurotic arousals
do Quixotic skits
in self depreciating maladroit
baptised in ignorance at the
altar of prurient malfeasant
afflicted with sad self-abuse
the empty vessels who make
the most odious vacuous noises
Yenson Jun 2022
in criminal's hock

slaving restless ghosts

reverberating themed dirges

from floored mutiny of flawed pocus

shackled in the dire mire of  vapid witlessness

in their majority of woes they find their majority of woes

fickle feeble nonentities wallowing in the obscenities of puerile haze

scatter-brains find futile guiles in hicks' dud armouries

our graceless ephemerals twist in hyperboles

indentured Sisyphus' controlled

toiling at replicating alike

blinded by jealousies

in prisoned minds
Yenson Jun 2022
I govern my emotions
and quite categorically can see
I govern yours too
and
as you try to languish
in your version
of me
you categorically know and see
you cannot second
that emotion
for alchemy's gold bears no carat
a tweet is not a symphony
and you are not
my father's son
I am
and your emotions cowers
lurches and venerates
back to front
you are all
but forestalled shadows
borrowing shades
to free yourselves
from yourselves
Yenson Jun 2022
And oh! what a jolly laugh we have
tis ever so amusing
the dumb gaggle of lifeless unwashed
with roasted heads
presenting their one read and try-again
versions of events
our dear apostles of cockney tea-leaves
led by Macafferty Capone
who stated we are going to eff him
and put lice in his head
go forth she ordered and do his head in
oh how we laugh
as first class scums and feeble dumdum
unwashed and semi-illiterates
troop out with fervour and dedications
in the poetry campaign
of a-holes with psychedelic delusions
and triple Fs in grammar
and so we have the debacle of bozos
retards and the worthless
pitting non-wits with a Rhodes scholar
who also happens
by providence and sublime endeavour
to be a philosopher
and a brilliant refined and shinning Prince
Oh wow, tis ever so amusing
And hahaha, what a jolly laugh we have
More grease to unwashed elbows, methinks, they are doing their best but their chains too tethered and it holds them back though some have congenital dullards syndrome. Viva the psychics...hahaha . Wonder when they are going to do the beheading at the Tower bit....hahaha
Yenson Jun 2022
The East End Posse
they called themselves
I call them Chris, Joanne, Kelly and Tom
my bad luck they moved next door
twice a year the husband would be home from prison
a spate of house burglaries would happen
then husband returns to prison
my bad luck I had no criminal tendencies
my wife and I worked and kept our noses clean
my bad luck I was too decent to play
when lonely Chris and two teenage girls made moves to play
rejected, they said I thought I was better than them
my bad luck I was kind enough to keep lending them money
and giving them food, even though they never paid back the money
but how can you watch your neighbour starve  
my bad luck they now wanted hundreds cause I have affluent relatives
so its now my fault and I am greedy for refusing to be blackmailed
so its my fault when they started bullying my wife and I
so its my fault when they said they were going to rob us and they did
and its definitely my fault for standing up to gangsters
and saying I was going to organize a petition against them
they said when we finish with you, you will wish you're dead
they said it only takes one apple to rot a barrel
they said give a dog a bad name and hang him
they said we will mark you, label you and hound you to your grave
they said character assassination, public humiliation, we ruin your life
they said this is our manor
and we are without honour
and we are East-enders and we are going to end you



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