Frenzied
hungry
.
,
,
bait.....

A million nonsense stirs nothing but a contemptible guffaw
and a quick blank out
but it does show a pervasive sickness dancing in mass hysteria
the common kind
that intoxicate the commoners miraging relevance in irrelevances
the dance of hens
aping the mating peacocks and unfurling fantasy colourful plumes
they have none as have-nots'
but what cost a vivid starved imagination and killer moans to boot
still it moves nothing
but an exit to go start again and come back to kiss my fine  derrière

It is their entitlements to be spoon-fed
indoctrinated and sign posted
in the nanny State

so they colour by numbers and learn by
recitation of prepared texts
in comprehensives

crib sheets minds with low expectations
just do as told and join the dots
no worries no pressure

refined thoughts and critical appraisals
is not for you or your peers
life is too short

follow the crowd and walk in red unison
stick to your roots and scripts in the pen
gambol as you like dear sheep

in your salted chains you own nothing
neither your minds or thoughts
we tell how to do or feel
we made your heads
the common way

Haiku

The dumb
only know
as misunderstood

How in vivid ignorance
betwixt dim cloudy interpretations
would we ever know
that my bee flowers gallantry in my mind
for to place away from the hive
knowing the disturbia and stings of havoc and chaos
will not reach that too fragile to cope
I can stand formidable
bred and able to face the thrusts and cuts of fate
and shout back at the thunder
as I wave the rains back to the clouds
in the fine knowledge none but I will meet dragons
and brave the wicked flames of knaves and philistines
my bee shall fly free on tender wings
live again to gather honey
in bare truth I have loved and protected to the last
and that look in my eyes
is chivalry and gallantry and the courage of those able to claim
I am a man that keeps his promise
my blood before yours

From the Queen to the Princes
from the Prime Minister to the rich Authors
from the distinguished Sportsters to the Winners
from the very famous and rich to the shinning talents
in fact anybody Notable Successful or extremely talented
they all get it in spades from the anodyne demented bullying trolls
you are nobody
if you do not have spite dribbling eyes rolling rank haters
frazzling and frothing with their branded type hate
and their asinine delusions and nastiness being
puked at the gloss and glorious of Talents
its the rants and vents of the wretched
its confirmation of your Grace
they know they are chaffs
mere cannon fodders
trash and husks
the debris
dross

He was a quiet gentle man
not known to swarm around with friends
these types are usually pampered softies
the thieves and their street gang posse thought
once we put the squeeze on him he will soon scamper
no big deal, we'll sort him out sharpish

so Chris the mother crook said
we are going to put nits in your head
Joanne the mad daughter said
we will bug your head
even the wife warned
they are going to do your head in

then the thugs and hooligans said
we are going to drive you paranoid
now if they were smart they should
have stayed shtum and retain the element of surprise
but hey, to them this was going to be short
sure the man can last a year

what a joke semi-illiterate playing trick or treat
gas-lighting by simpletons and dolts
bulky laden transparent grape-vines
inane crude antics by boring twarts
countless nonsenses by nonsensical dross
so contemptible as to be laughable

what's there to be paranoid about
I've not stolen nothing nor harmed anyone
I can stand up to close scrutiny and I do
the lies smears and slanders are lies smears and slander
I can look anyone dead straight in the eyes
and let the maddened crowd craw and make their dramas
I am still here and my head is not done in