Red-baiting in tooth and claw
thieves liars flimflam man and petticoat mountebank
Robins tweeting in ivy in dim red sunset
at the dinner of pointy hats
they are choking on the bones of ravens
its them and us
and we sang a sing in song
conscience ceases to be a check upon the wildest
bravo bravo hurray!

Be real and just face it
you really have no choice but to hate
cause if you don't you'll have to admire
and for you and where you're at in minds and status
that is just too much of an ask
your minds cannot accept someone impressive
or regard with respect or warm approval
that just makes you feel worse
about yourselves and your insignificance
its all very clear to see
so your only choice is to hate
you are enslaved to hate
its your comfort blanket
your convenient master
and the easiest thing to do
So
Be real and just face it

Did you see King Charles
and the egg hurling incident
You would not have noticed
the
indiscernible contempt
or the pitying indulgence

Class knows its worth
as much as the worthless covet worthlessness

Does the Rain-maker that lives in a roofless house
need our advise

No words or notice necessary
some things speak for themselves

Long live The King

please supply your storylines
parade the products of your bitter imagines
in malice gut your intestines
show rancour and pains governing sick opines
lest we think you have resign
for without your narcissistic fix you will more decline

So come rile your whines
bring your delusions and illusions to dine
stir and mix and redefine
you know you have nothing better incline
your poisonous enshrines
nothing noble wise or positive but your twines

alas your putrid minds
only to you and those of your ilk aligns
thus similarly confines
dare you stop the fools errand you are assign
dummies do not recline
when in crazed stupors have exceeded the borderlines

Hail the spawns
watch them revel in ignominy
a word in their ears, brethren's
let them know
“there's is to be but walking shadows,
poor players in witless hock,
They struts and frets their ****** hours
upon their fantasy stage,
And then they are heard no more.
theirs is a tale
Told by an idiots, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing
but resounding contempt

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

In the fullness of Light
they all shall be
Requite according to their work and according to the evil of their practices;
Requite according to the deeds of their hands;
Repay them their recompense.

Fleecy Lambs don't love Royals
neither can sheep
for in baying pens they flock
as dogs train them
how to be and where to graze

Timid sheep baying and baaing
Harry knows the score
it take strength and intelligence
confidence radiant
a self possessed mind uncommon

That which Meghan has aplenty
and Zara's Tindall too
an alpha-male with a mind set
plebs go eat your *******
I'll love who I want
I don't answer to you or any sheep

Sheep and Lambs can't love Royals
neither can dumb plebs
see the poised and assured Meghan
bright strong stylish sharp
not our chavettes celebrating dull & insipid
and bigging up mediocrity
all together in the sheep pen of the uninspired
the weak and the ignorance