Oh! dear
what can the matter be?

Have the Salts become unsalted
are there sour flavourings
for the fish and chips at Wigan pier

Are the complaints
about the small chipolatas too depressing
or perhaps the king size saveloys are too rich

Its mad at the Republican Bar
the gangs meet to watch the red sunset
bully for them
they have nothing to loose but their chains

Its Springtime
come sing Dixie at the Black Prince Inn
and the Mud fight is still on

Comon people, everyone say
We rock, we rule, we are *******
but we don't care

The lame will always be prodigal
in put downs and abuses
for the fitter ones
for
where else does lame find solace
but the whimsical *******
of insane aspersions
and
vile wishes and hateful projections
being these are the easiest
in lame's governance
heck
thoughts are freer and even freer
more imaginative and lurid
for the lame with less
and lesser to do
hate
is a souped-up turbo driving force
with bull hides upholstery
for the lame
so
do not deny them the flight of fancy
the solace and comfort of lame's
ride of shame
they
would do better
if they could

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
a useful idiot you shall not be

you sailed so far alone
for the meddlers have been in  your home
raking confusion and dissent

dulling crescent moon
burying truths for westward golden oil
buying blood for greenbacks

they open minds' doors
and teach your floors are your ceilings
to help you climb only to fall

show you bright lights
and peel your reasoning with vanish
bleaching the values of sages

walls of your temples
are broken 'n turned into a circus ride
a Merry-Go-Ride at a price

And in ankle chains
and obfuscating snow gala in wonderland
they toss you on to skate naked

had to spare your dignity
let you walk away without singing for supper
or pay dowry to the Innkeeper

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
their puppet you shall not be
not under my watch

do not drink your bile with whimpers
while your open sores still festers
you know your burning pains lingers
and your crystal miseries hankers

so you kick the rock and stub your toes
whilst hoping to banish your woes
forked tongues twisting in lingo verbose
your allies are your compliant foes

now they see in you the soulless deviants
nowt but contemptible  serpents
underprivileged privileged in bitter rants
our disgraced snake-oil merchants

in absence of substance comes the bullies
twirling  posturing in obtuse folly
rich in selves loathing out to others sully
see how cowards get their jollies

do not drink your bile with whimpers
while your open sores still festers
you know your burning pains lingers
and your crystal miseries hankers

The cosmopolitan brigands are frothing
Jim Crows in lamentations

casting incantations from their regressive mutations
bristling hackles to shackle

blinding light from a stout Royal Oak is maddening
pointy hatted cripples rides

The Black Orlov glistens blamelessly in crosshairs
the crazed play paddy rollers

living ghosts in agitations quaking in night terrors
a pure pedigree sickens them

Lucifer Liliths' n' Machiavelli hold the burning crosses
in pits their spawns hide in hoods

their hatred 'n discontents their punishment n' sorrows
the bane of their lives black Royalty

And the glow still radiant
and that charisma still vibrant in calm tones
and the center holds solid
it could be a hell of a hell lot lot lot lot worse
I could be one of youse
and indeed in Divine Grace I am spared such

kaya ang karaniwang tao na hindi sapat mula sa mga slums ng favelas ay binubuwis ang kanyang pea-utak upang magsulat ng walang kapararakan
habang ipinagbibili ng kanyang ina ang sarili upang makalikom ng sampung dolyar para mapakain ang kanyang pamilya ng mga batang walang ama sa kalye
oh..to be a well bred rich and respectable man
ay napakaimposible
kaya ang karaniwang tao na hindi sapat mula sa mga slums ng favelas ay binubuwis ang kanyang pea-utak upang magsulat ng walang kapararakan
ito lang ang kaya niyang gawin
ano pa ang meron sa pilay na makata mula sa HappyLand...yan ang balintuna ng ironic na makata.