we understand why they have the time
on a good day
they last ninety seconds
and the
insignificant others
seething in frustration
needs outlet to vent on
so comrades
get your hooded hat on
lets go write
another somebody done somebody wrong poem
we have the time
an it takes our minds off shiss....h

The fearful mind is the guilty mind

raised in creed of blood let for wealth

versed in chicanery that steals to gain

with porous tongues that lies to death

to others to themselves to cover their pain

plastic ghosts jiving as they carry their wreaths

renowned earth rapists and destroyers made to drain

yet never the brave they carry short swords in sheaths

only stealing courage in numbers as the hide from the rain

they of fearful minds riddled with guilt and shame living by

stealth

thus the reprobates minds are punishing restless enemies

ingrained

Please let us ***** the narratives
that subjugates the fact
that we have been in the presence of greatness
for we found no inspiration
rather we are overwhelmed by our porous limitations
and captured prevailing inadequacies  
in taunts hisses heckles and jeers we find religious fulfilment
abating our frenzied seizures' of mediocrity
in bland vigour we invoke the doped surrealism of stunted minds
and drown our sorrows in heady flippancies
the comfort of disparages finds fitting refuge with pale heated malice
hatred and envy are our protected tenants
in our gross souls they adorn our derelict minds like fake trinkets
let us ***** our toxic narratives its the totality of us
for it represents and speaks ingloriously about us in us for us about us
Please let us ***** our narratives

It never ceases to amuse me
how easy it is to lead some by the nose
firstly it this thing
bout how some people earnestly believe
anything they are told as gospel truth
no questions no re-appraisal
no really?...hold on a mo
let me consider this properly
and then decide if its worth my ingestion or involvement
they just hear believe and act as told
this one concerns the Tall tale that's another tall tale they use
so here comes another tall fool
man child on a mission
been told height is some bone of contention to the man
so go terrorize by height
now in the spirit of neither here nor there this is complete *******
but then what is not b. s. when deranged gangsters and loonies
control the narratives
and as we already know some people will believe anything
so back to the tall fool
see him sidled up stretching even more taller
remember our bon bon buffoon is now weaponizing height
I creased with laughter inwardly
I wished he could know how comical this affair is
yet so instantly dismissible
yes Mr Dumb Tall Man you have done your performance
shame you don't know you've been played for a fool
and used as an expendable pawn in a skit you have no clue about
you may be tall
but I am head and shoulders taller than you
and I carry a big sword as well
not to mention qualities you can't attain in a hundred years
I bet you don't even have a big sword
otherwise you won't need to degrade yourself
so childishly

why do you sing at the fete
when all the guests have long gone
why do you dance with empty chairs
and jig with cleared tables
why do you go drinking the dregs
from remnants of empty glasses
and gorge on leftovers
meant for the bins
you say you are all at the party
and hold aloft empty wine bottles
to prove you are all having a good time
we see you are all seeking relevance and attention
and dying to be amongst the in-crowds
but your cleaners aprons
and gloved hands
has long told your story






https://youtu.be/32wDFCM7iSI

Identikit minds
thinking in blocks
the abacus of common denominations
the placenta of unreal logic
where solace lays in ignorance
and base emotions rule
where the grass is always greener
unified failure is common good

They are all alone together
in solidarity losers are winners
block thinking for blockheads
like minds
Identikit Regulation Fodders
securely wrapped and packaged
fragile
easily broken stirred and dispensed
handle with care

Its not really fair
that the privileged do not have
to do the hating
as if its not bad enough being disadvantaged
in so many ways
the low scales have to do the hating
the taunting harassment stalking and crying
life is already a struggle
and then low scales have to struggle even more
thinking of all the things to do with their burning hate
while the privileged fat cats swagger around
can't be bothered to hate
secretly laughing as low scales seethe and simmer
doing all the negative stuff
begging attention and wishfully thinking
they could all be something else
than their petty loathsome selves
oh **** it
who was it that said
' I would rather be unhappy in a Rolls Royce
than be happy on a bicycle'
people see how those privilege ******* mock
people we should die doing hate than live without it
its all we have.....

Jellied bodies jellied minds
bring the mould and shape the thoughts
icy eyes in different colours
thin lips give room to snake slimy tongues
the cold blooded living stiffs
daggers in limp claws they maraud in numbers
lily-livered cowards united
see the belly crawlers loose in their concrete jungle  
the bottom feeders are at war
theirs is not to question theirs is to do as ordered to do
labour of duty in its neon of momentum
after all they find equality in restraint and blind servitude
in their creed of ignorance
as they worship in their gospel of envy they scream noisily
for equal sharing of their miseries

If truth be told
each and everyone of them
will tell there's none than that soul
and each know in so many ways than one
this is an exquisite type so different from all others
no gainsay no false modesty attest in vain
not even the rhythm of assured fire
its the totality of mind body
and inner spirit
thoughtful loyal friend
easy laughter that warm smile
the open heart that giving charm delightful
yet in wise depth lies knowledge true and inspiring
versatility of talents swims in capabilities
in quiet strength a lion roars
does he fret or pines
No, its their loss

And they're driving their Kevin paranoid
in their red sunset dreams
but they are confused because there's no
Kevin here of mainstream
and the landed labourers without freehold
hold their tools and scream
locked hate of the locker rooms simmers
their historical hate extreme
in comfort they get their Kevin to do as told
so our eunuchs feel supreme
the mob of half men cry frustrated red tears
its war and we fight as a team
we are going to do Kevin's head in and ****
him up to disesteem
lets watch our civilised clowns do vigilantes
pray laugh not at infantile regime
its psyche warfare of the deluded hooligans
in slipstreams to downstream
I know not the vacant Kevin they want paranoid
I was born respectable with self esteem
the businesses of Chavs Karens and Mr Angry from Ghetto Land
are generally not a feature within my scheme

So in benign understanding
as in music to soothe the wounded deaf savages
genuflecting to the breasted succubi in pale sack cloth
who reads minds and are mistresses of plantations
with indentures servants without minds
the famed bang-bang perceptions originators
exponents of the school of triggers
we kindly offer
to these trigger-thoughts marauders
the rubber bullets
to their low calibre rapid firing revolvers
and indulgently watch them
firing open doors
spraying anything black
shot for the eye
aim for the tall and the fat as whale
get the hair line and the profile in sight
look for the missing tooth and tell me no lies
do not scream or betray this army of goons
hurray, we have the key to the mind
and we watch in 'as if'
and we laugh because we know
when hens peck at grit they swallow little stones too
and rubber bullets do not ****
and the bigger picture is far from the maddened crowd

I have seen the Poverty that steals from poverty
I knew Poverty that cried poor tears
and even Poverty that sells her children to live
there's even some Poverty that rob Peter to pay Paul
as well as those Poverty that beg in public
and horrors, you have those Poverty that will **** and maim
then I travelled and  Mon Dieu
I came across Honorary Poverty
We are Honorary Poverties they exclaimed proudly
we chose to make bad choices, reject or misuse opportunities
see, we are the Civilised Poverties and we are ******
we don't work, we get Welfare checks for free
we squander that
we blame those that have and hate them for doing well
and make them pay for everything
we are classy Poverties
cause we come from a civilised Nation
and we are proud to be
Honorary Poverties

To the lowers
lower thoughts
to the lowers
lower do's and deeds
to the lower
lower talks and jives
to the lower
has to look up to the higher
in lower eyes
bringing pains in lower necks
which they blame the higher for
no swinging low
no sweet chariots
they are already home on lower levels
waiting for their leaders to leave the concessionary bars
where the movers and shakers all celebrate their high status
the lowers are waiting with neck pains
the lowers are playing checkers
and picking on brown men for their pains
in lowers' sensibility
in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king

Oh! the graced soiree of a gifted soul
a mind at one enlightened
calmed in positive radiance unsold
true knowledge unfrighten
above bitterness of the base and foul
or pangs of the forsaken
a life well made in light and honest toil
of honour unmistaken
far from envy and darkness on the boil
abodes of the weakened
who squirm in pain and languish to spoil
minds dull un-brighten
parading their miseries in reflective gambols
the venting of the sickened
madden by he that sees the unwise as fools
oh! the light of a man heightened
as the afflicted seethe gnash teeth and bawl

Crystal lit six to nine
charmed evenings gliding cool breeze
tender fervent hearts entwined in warmest glows
you remember the park
our love spoke for us in whispers our hearts voiced unfettered
and I loved you so
and the moon swept waves tinkled in hush echoes
on those halcyon eves dancing with starlight's magic
reflecting the within
telling
and she loves you so
when you know you know and our young hearts knew
did we not pen true passions with our souls
and read enchanted lyrics  with honeyed kisses
and watched time stand still in our Eden of two
where we become one
and kindest fortune brought me the perfect maiden
with everything I could ever ask for
and the Hibiscus in restful poses
swayed in the gentle drift of gentle winds
in silent agreements
you have the best for the first
I said I would love you forever
you said
eight fingers
the park is no more my love
but it remains as we do
in our hearts
my eight for your eight and all that was so so true

Hey we all have to be working class heroes
we are the majority
and proudly do working class heroes things
even if its pointless
its a working class thing that we must prove
ourselves and hide
for confidence and courage are not a working
class real concerns
we just work relentlessly at doing classless things
cause we are already working class

you will dissect as the day is long
but still find skeleton in skeletons for the meaty
parts of things eludes your dense scalpels as your irises
are deigned for periphery visions
and your minds soaked in red  formaldehyde
you were lobotomised with your consent
as you think in wake sleep
the unknowing lab specimens wearing white lab gowns
the name tags read operatives
the lab notes reads 'expendables - not to be informed or resuscitated

Without depths all they see
is the obvious terrain afore their long noses
in the sinking semblances of their lamentable Eden
heedlessly they walk together
drunk on untruths spewing from blanched fables
their five a day jive elixirs
propping up dreamless quests of pale pallid gamblers
purchasing paydays on hock
the means of vengeful asinines in anodyne contemplations
devoid of erudite grace
they belch and **** their inept offerings at the altars of nonentities
it all makes sense to them
to have voices albeit wasteful is still prized nonsensicalities to boot
its white's dark matter
the painful de rigueur that plagues the mindless in their dim shallows
and again..harlequins...again..one more time

So what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver
rather the pervasive disdain of concealed watchers
and the disguised contempt of followers
who sing your requiems
in unison with your dirges
and limp with your lies to the oracles of shame
now eyes wide shut your stench lingers
only the unclean hang alongside
from your cabal of dead ghosts living
foraging in the malaise of gumption less religion
your trenchard mission with your deluded armouries
now march in the molasses of the obdurate lemmings
running blindly to the pies in the sky
and hanging forlornly to pigs that fly
as watchers mock behind your backs
the toy town warriors with hidden pointy hoods
our cowards in the grange of self-deceits
spools spinning like fools spinning in loons
so what have you gained
against just one man
what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver

Is white noise just plain white noise.....

Supposed to destroy the Man
unbalance his life and depress the Man
he shines too bright and speaks unpalatable truths
a visionary renowned for getting things right
who tells it as it really is
and talks the talk and walks the walk
hell bent they are to crush this paragon of light
so they show him there are
more fools than wise
more mad than sane
more liars than truth Sayers
more incapables than capable
more senselessness than sensibilities
more discontents than contents
more immature than matured
millions more sheep than lions
millions and tens more cowards than braves
more prejudices than open mindedness
aroused in their refuges of sociopathic and psychopathic dens
they declare base lowest common denominator as Nature
and in the speak of deranged heathens
the nobility and ideals of Humanity are trashed and squandered
as they offer the democracy of barbarians and miscreants
in passing the visionary still stands
the shine is still glisten and is still pristinely luminous
the mind still centred and balanced
the spirit still soars nurtured gracefully and un-impinged
and the unassailable Dictates of The Divine holds
The Good Shepherd watches us all
they have crushed nothing
His Wills prevails

you don't have the choice
of saying
I will live as those others live
cause
your lives are just like
all those others
the staples of staples by staples
for staples
shafts shafting each others on arid fields
rootless desperations
cause your meagre choices are to harvests for haves
as birthed in pain to pain
you gorge the chasms to cry rivers and drown in hate
as you have shadow dreams
and head the herds of sheep jumping the hoops of lemmings
all for one
one for little
let them eat cakes

Put your words to your meanings
put your meanings to your senses
put your senses to nonsenses

What proves the mists of delusions
in tarnished tandem with malice
what gains myths of fulcrum gainsays
in the passionless kisses of cobras
what are hymns to mud shrines effigies

Put your senses to your  nonsenses
put your nonsenses at one with onyxes
put your effluents right up your orifices

Poor things
for once in their lives
they find themselves in the nearness of the Regal
and in the façade of their realities
they do that fish and chips thing
they have to pretend they are not star struck
overwhelmed awe struck and conscious of their mediocrity
so out comes the false bravado
the reverse snobbery hahaha hahaha
the famed disparaging comments
the I couldn't care less
all of which merely confirms the opposites
but their inherent paranoia of being mere ordinary mediocre(s)
and all its associated insecurities and inadequacies
makes them defensive
and their uncouthness attitudes and staged nonchalance
is the only surviving and defensive mechanism they can manage
in their small world and smaller mind
being  blasé obnoxious and uncivil earns them bragging rights
amongst the other little minds
they all share the self same inferiority complexes after all
yet real confidence does not rest on who you are
rather what sort of person you are
we already know your reasons why
the shame is you can't get over yourselves
its a birth thing....right!

Boiled brains think brain steaming applies to everybody
totally impervious to the fact
that Natural Selection has a V.I.P Departmental Section

What's there to learn
when all my life I have just followed the crowd
how can I think for myself
when its easier to just listen and do as directed
I have friends
to copy from and listen to and do as they say or do
that is why
I am familiar with doubts for all doubts are known by us
as we know nothing else
the facts of the matter is there are no facts of the matter

The great and the good
condescend the foibles
of the small and the bad
because
empty vessels make the most noise
whilst for sure
cream always rises to the top
I am my father's honourable son
I did not float by
in a Moses basket

the tales of bygone sliming into the tales
of today and to come
same moves different movers

the nearest and dearest you've now divorced
as they denounced you renowned barbarians
with the selfish hops and scotches

So now you're still scramble with trade bags
from pillar to post retrograde
down the well trodden waves of afore

carrying your baggage's of tricks and illusions
flicking forked fangs in romantic allures
remember how we bonded dispassionately in our unequal union
all those yonks' ago

the spawns of Machiavelli now adorns in fluorescent jackets
emblazoned front and back with the capital M
chorusing same anthem as before the before the before
we divide to rule as we rule to divide

our bullies of disrepute now without the gunboats
aims colonising the minds bodies and spirit
same ole same ole intimidate lie manipulate and control
repeat repeat repeat the ancient songs have faded
your begging bowls now cries in needs

in your shallows the mystic afore is lost
the myths of bravery is but the truth that's cowardice
the cheap demeaning sleights of hands denounces you
clever clowns sings La bohème but the audience are laughing
how we fool ourselves to fool others in fooling foolishness

She had her stall by the corner of the dusty inroad
just four sticks square and palm fronds for roof
a cool shade from the biting sunshine
we call her Mama Leaves
because she sold bundles of leaves and large shards of banana leaves
she would wave at us as we walked by to school
and when in the afternoon we returned she would still be there
though most of the leaves would have been sold

she did a brisk trade
corn meal, cassava porridge, bean cakes and a lot more
came cooked and wrapped in fresh leaves
at the markets the butchers wrapped beef cuts in leaves
kola nuts, pounded yam and even slabs of pig fat came in leaves
and you've not lived until you eat charcoal-grilled
pork bellies with pepper sauce off a banana leaf
yes! Mama Leaves had reasons for her wide pleasant smiles
some days her teenage daughter would sit beside her
sprinkling water on bundle of leaves to keep them fresher

I grew older and went away to college
I no longer wore shorts but trousers now and some fur
had begun to spurt under my top lip and my voice was hoarser
and mama Leaves was no longer at her stall
no bundles of large green leaves in buckets in front of her stall  
no neatly squared cut banana leaves laid heaped
on that old weather beaten table in her stall
the rustic olde wooden shack now had corrugated tin side panels
as also the roof
and inside her daughter now sold gaily coloured plastic bags
and thousands of small clear transparent cellophane

I asked my mother what happened
where is Mama Leaves, where are the Leaves, where is her smile
young man, mother replied, we have to move with the times
The Ministry of Health says leave wrappers are unhygienic
cholera, Tsetse fever, small-pox and all kinds of transmutable diseases can be easily spread
now we wrapped everything in plastics
they come from England and all the civilised top nations
look around you, see how everything is nicely wrapped in plastic
Mama Leaves has retired, her daughter now sells plastics
that's progress and modern civilisation for you, young man
when you're older with your own family you will thank plastics

last year I drove my Mercedes past my childhood home
my car came minted new plastic wrapped from Germany
the locals call such cars 'Tear Plastic cars'
as you spend days tearing off plastics from headlights to console
to gear stick to steering column not to mention the seats

Mama Leaves stall was no more, in place an asbestos built store
they sold Alcohols, Coca-colas, tapes discs, all things plastics
all things imported from England and all the civilised top nations
Mama Leaves and my mother are no more
my mother had said
"that's progress and modern civilisation for you, young man
when you're older with your own family you will thank plastics"
I wonder what she'll say.....today!

They said
they were going to f--k a mind
I asked why
are your women not good enough
or is it because most of your men
carry faulty tools and small swords
that may be so
they replied
so in our frustrations we will f--k that mind
in unison
whatever I replied
I still prefer women
and I don't believe in mind ****
you don't know
what you're missing they dribbled
its better than ***

As I walked away
I understood better their problem
they really haven't
got anything better to do
I remember one of them saying a while ago
*** with our women
is like ******* a pillow of a mattress
why is that I asked
well isn't it just quickly bouncing on a soft warm mass
imagine a pillow wrestling you
and hissing, harder harder
well, I had replied to this fellow
she must think you're a pillow or mattress too
wrestling and grunting like a distressed pig
we both laughed
I get why f--king minds can be obsessive to them

Dear King of Benin
Your Royal Highness
please do not come here to protest
the theft perpetuated on you and your kingdom
I can tell you dear King
that you will be discredited
the first lie that would be flung
on your regal head is that you are greedy
that you are taking food from babies mouth
Your Highness
they will blackmail your Queen
drive her away and tell all and sundry
that you are a wife beater and adulterer
they will say you have no ***** and you are a Mongol
You see Your Highness
it is their birthright to steal
and its been done from every world's corners
they are the only ones entitled to own and enjoy
all others should know their places and keep quiet
remember what they did to your ancestors and your women
Your Royal Highness
you may want to tell them
that you are Traditional Royaltly
that you don't get any money from the State
that you too had to work and earn and you own no diamonds
it won't help you but perhaps they will allow you Welfare Benefits
as they hound, harass, torment and try to sully all your human dignity

The trouble with refinement and intelligence
when positively cased in a balanced healthy mind
not asphyxiate by base dim gross ignorance
or sadly demeaned by simplistic jealousy and envy
is that matter-of-factly
the witless antics of the dumb and the insignificant
is just exactly that
one doesn't need to be Albert Einstein to know this
what's Natural Selection
to be bred by the State and absent parents with no clues
and fight for pittance birth right
to be bred to occupy the semi-skilled ranks with no self esteem
and lame others
to be inadequate and incapable and then resent those that aren't
because they learn to aspire
Self-hate is a form of mental slavery that results in poverty,
ignorance, and crime
We can see your enemies are yourselves do not put your blames
on us
drumming up your fears and ignorance and projecting it the
refined and trained mind
is you believing they hand out Degrees in Psychology at your
local Fish and Chips shop

I'll tell you a fairy-tale
with a **** ending
when
I am done

Who do I prove strength to
when it speaks not
rather it offered drily
look at all they doing
that should tell you
all you need to know

typically the vainglorious narcissist
semblance and noxious substance
creeps in loftily to pontificate
see our man of plagiarised letters
the sheep in wolves clothing
uncle Bulgaria womble-ing
his two-fartings' worth
doyen of the play-ground badass
specialist negatron of enlightenment
the sound-bite poet of infamy
see him there with picture to adorn
in misrepresented conceit unfitting
our empty buffoon of little means
beckons us all does our
Mr Exemplified Narcissist
see me in pose
see my verses
I can write
read me and die

hahaha hahaha

In context
it doesn't amount to much actually
the disdained gaggle of whatsits
hell bent on playing the odds
and failing miserably
they now write forecasts
for free
and as expected even with their odds
these too
are failing miserably
the punters have seen its all scams
in pockets
the disdained what-have-yous' are out of pockets
what profits the disdained
I'd say make it a thousand to one
they're odd whatsits
don't you know?

A man that does not swim an ocean
is not tired
what's the point in vying with sharks
and sting-rays
the tired man is one who jumps into
the ocean
because he's thirsty and wants a glass
of water
to do because you can do proves nowt
that's the tired brain

Why? Because we happened to have more melanin in our skin, giving us a darker complexion than theirs. THAT’S IT.

The violence, intimidation and aggression is based on THAT!

How pathetic and sad do you have to be to hold those racist views based on simple pigmentation?

I quickly grew to understand that racism isn’t a black problem but a problem for those who happen to hold those views. They are the inadequates, the sad and the lonely.

They are the deficient, the feeble and woeful, engaged not in celebrating life but in killing it. Racists are miserably feeble, lamentable and deplorable human beings.

Growing up understanding all this took away some of the anger I would feel seeing the fascist marches on British streets and prepared me for the racism I would experience myself when I got older.
BULLY BOYS
I walked into the BBC’s headquarters in London one morning a couple of years ago to prepare to read the television news that night. I decided to check the pigeonholes for mail.

There was an envelope addressed to me, so I opened it. Inside was a card with a gorilla on the front and a message that said: “People like you shouldn’t be allowed on the telly.”

A wave of anger came over me — which then subsided in a few seconds, turning to pity for the loser who took the trouble to buy the card, get a stamp, write the note and post it. The card was designed to make me feel bad about myself and who I am.
I grew up with pride in who I am and where I come from. Showing that pride does not mean having to denigrate others.

It should simply be an expression of the good men and women can do, whatever their complexion happens to be.

You don't know me
you know the single story told
the clone of distortion and misrepresentation
the single fabricated story
aimed at all the latent prejudices going
challenging, blindsiding and brainwashing you
the single story that nails hatred in your minds
of someone you don't know
other than how he was misrepresented to you
the single story that talks of greed
rather than the truth of an honest decent hardworking man
the single story
that missed out the envy and jealousy of racist criminals
who were so pained to see a lovely peaceful decent couple
living a happy wholesome life
the racists who saw a lovely flat and later described it as a palace
with hidden treasures
the single story that left out how they started bullying
and doing all kinds of racist passive aggressive ploys to intimidate
the single story that left out twice breaking into their flats
the single story that left out trying to offer ****** favours
in return for more gifts and money
the single story that omitted how hell hath no fury than a woman spurned
the single story that fabricated the one who thinks he's better than us, that fabricated 'the big I am' 'the pompous toff'
all absolutely untrue
the single story that whipped up general hatred, played on fears
and prejudices, broke up a loving relationship and a happy home
ruined careers and turned diligence, hard work and aspiration
into greed
the single story that makes fools of believers
proving that people will always believe what they want to beleive
regardless of the truth
the well crafted single story laced with poison and bile
cooked in malicious dripping evil in slanderous iced pure lies
as befitting professional racist criminals
with all to hide
and guilt, shame, disgrace and ignominy
seeping through every pore

~~~~~~~~~


I carry absolute love around every day
had it from day one in blessing heaps
mama and papa oh so loved their children
papa was the only man mama knew all her life
papa gave his whole life and more to mama
toiled all his life to raise happy healthy kids
gave solid foundation and bred notables
who were made to stand tail and hold their own
how can I be with love past present and future
when its what made me, bred me and hold me up
a million slave traders cannot unmake me
a million Chris MaCarfatteys cannot destroy me
I was born on a glorious island, I was made in blessed love
true, honest, lifting and affirming
just what the world always needs


~~~~~~~~~

I'll say it again loud and clear
I said
"look at you Chris, you and your family
common cheap house burglars
you go around stealing, too useless and lazy to work
you're scroungers, none of you have ever done a day's honest work
you come to us always borrowing, money, food, sugar even bread
you pay nothing back
then you start trying to blackmail us
give us money, we know you have rich parents
you are nothing but a bunch of ***** crooks
look at you, its morning and you're already drunk, you stink
you're white, in your country, you have more opportunities than me
yet all you can make of yourselves are burglars and extortionists
you're shameless, a disgrace
how can you break into us, you neighbours house
after all we've given to you, you truly have no shame, you're scums
I will make sure the neighbourhood knows all about you
since you and your family move in there's been so much burglaries
you hubby and son, only fifteen are always in and out of jail
i am going to organize a petition to get you removed from here
you godforsaken family of troublemakers and thieves"

White faced and trembling
she said
" Character assassination, public humiliation, we're going to ruin your life"

Guys, go read about gang stalkers and what they do

Stalk me, harass me, taunt me torment me, hound me, troll me
sabotage everything I do, ruin my relationships, defame me to all
isolate me, threaten me, terrorize me, frame me, disrespect me
label me, **** my dogs, steal my cars twice, gaslight me, erase me,
void me, cancel me, do all the street theatre-ing you like

You thought I would run like most would,
you thought I would have been driven mad like most would have
you thought I would have taken my life like some would

No, thieves thrive on bullying and terrorizing people
I have deserved contempt for you and all in your control
I am not afraid of contemptible thieving scums
I have nothing but contempt for all of you and all you've done
I am not your victim....I am the one you fear.....

half-wits runts on steroids
useful idiots devoid of maturity
and dimers of witless compounders
addling in ya-boo politics
boiled brains fundamentals
apoplectic gangsters and bullying cowards
fool if you think it over
one man
its over the man they can never ever be
that GOAT of a regal edifice
the Colossus who turns white faces red
has the power to make nuts change
race, gender, nationalities and identities
as red faces spit red blood in red rages
fools if you think it over
ya-boo, ya-boo, ya-boo
oh....I'm shaking and trembling

Perhaps one fine day
we'll all wake up emotionally stunted
years of maturity and refinement will have evaporated
logic and rationale will be things of the paste
virtue and humanity will be base opines
and in bliss our minds will thrive
in negativity and pettiness
perhaps one fine day
envy and malice will hold sway as our beacon
and we'll all be proud owners
of grudging and poisoned minds
and make halcyon days
plotting ways and means to bring miseries to others
and find solace and enrichment
in laments and wonderful hatred that uplifts our souls
and celebrate that noble humans
can be baser and more retrograde than the lowest of animal
perhaps one fine day
yes, one beautiful radiant summer blue skied fine day
in all this
we will all wake up
look at ourselves and hold our heads up high
and say
we are human, noble and the best of creations
Perhaps one fine day