I empathise
going into their heads
and imagining how it feels
waking up to  half-baked chipolatas
every morning and knowing its there forever
Heck, man that's a big deal about such a small thing

Ya, were it me I would forever feel disadvantage too
as it is, any trace of sadness disappear swiftly
no self-pity for I wake to a banger
hot sizzling fulsome ready to go
so I understand their angsts
always a letdown

In order to break his spirit
in order to break him down as a man
in order to emasculate him
in order to show dominance against him
it was a way primarily
of cutting down he who is unbowed
confident and excels
in other words it was a matter of power
and control and *******

In fantastical smoke and haze
they pitch them against each other
lit fuses
poured petrol on fire
and sat back
to watch their entertainment

No, you don't see him
in jeans and jumper
he swaggers in designer clobbers
gold chain and expensive watch
smelling like Harrods

No, you don't see him
in the pubs
nor with mates downing pints
he rolls around in a limousine
with glowing cheeks

No, you don't see him
hanging with us
he talks posh and think he's 'it'
with a pretty wife dainty and slim
perched in louboutin

No you don't see him
on the rob
he's a prince don't you know
with a mind and scholastic laurels
and promises to go far

No, you don't see him anymore
we got out the conspirators
who slandered and demonized him
us underground racists bucked him
in modern enterprising fashion
No fine N---er allowed
Checkmate


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Boneheads are boneheads because they are boneheads
the woo woo ghosts faffing regular as clockwork
whimsical dunces unaware familiarity breeds contempt
pawns are pawns because they are expendable
whom in limited spots not much is gainly or expected
but crude ham-****** debacles of incontinent duds
dolts have been cracking and wearing out from eighty five
contemptible on mobsters service in asinine patrol
the laughable visibility of lower caste in same-ol' same ol'
the ghosts have maxed out woo woo into a whimper
bores never know they are boring same as haunting ghosts

The divisive dividers are frothing their froths

in decisive dichotomies  they ladle  the broth

in paddle for the muddle and regressing forth

the arrogance of the ignorant wraiths' wraths

hubris of vacuous ivories stating twaddle and puff

roasted snowflakes wackos desperate and in huffs

aggrandised dimwits shadow-boxing with their doubts

Do not ask me why
what can I say when its all well known
a clung in the tepid furnace
a shudder and a yelp
and down the milky way
one thing for sure I can tell
after sixty seconds minimised and uncut
it sure leaves a lot of time
to rake and twist
**** poke and roll
and throw stones from our glass houses
never measured up we know
gotta find a release after the release
its maddening for we just do not have
the rhythm within nor the moves
we create distractions to distract us
roll over Beethoven