And a lone ******* star
shines luminescent
the expansive white background
layered in exposure
whirling and twirling insipidly
in vain over-exposure
then disintegrating into flakes
soft vacuous drifts
to be blown any which way
the nature of nature's
fluffy flotsams never really real

Granted its in soulless fayre
the occupational narcissist professes
disambiguation
siphoning misinformation into disinformation
our perverse alchemist declares his truths
his restless agenda has consumed
his essence fanning his psychosis
the internal war takes no prisoner
his  presence and continuous struggles are a relief
blatant signs he craves his narcissistic fixes
we know the psychology
the damaged miscreant
with the octane cravings
to regurgitate his pressing unhappiness
and bring them to another
for that's how he feeds
he is at war with himself
un-centred and core-less
in the lies of his truths
the scalped miscreant snarls in pain for attention
his presence means relief is far far away
and victory can never be his
and it hurts and he lives hurts all the time
the incomplete man  
that's the sad truth

The predators are preyed upon
and they don't even know it
its the ultimate in herd mentality
operational masturbatory ignorance
at premium
rules OK

Stasis dogs are trained to smell fear
by sniffing themselves
their masters rule them by fear
its do as you're ordered, dog
or....
stasis dogs sleep with their eyes open
in watch chase search or attack
or else....

Non sequitur is Latin for “it does not follow.”
The phrase is used to describe a fallacy or illogical conclusion;
an inference or conclusion that does not follow from the premise.
Non sequitur may also be used to describe a response or comment that bears no connection to what was previously said;
a random remark.

That must be the most useless lame roller-coaster ever
been on it a million times
and I still cannot feel a thing
its a dodgy con where they take your money
belt you in
and then tell you to use your imagination to feel
the moves
trouble is I know the proprietors are known criminals
and I don't have an unrefined imagination
that is fuelled by the lies of criminals and con-artists
I don't ride invisible roller-coasters
this here is a park see-saw that is laughable

I shed no tears of longing
drink no sour wine of remorse
bring me no lyre to pluck vibes of despair
gift me no tales of broken hearts in splendid suns
nor throw false tales of shattered hearts and love misplaced

if love finds me no more
it would be for a distaste for truth
and that is unknown to love as I know it
for in loving true, honest melodies of the hearts sings
will I promise the moon and a thousand silvery stars
when I am but he who  in honour and sincerity will only do truths

love me now or love me not
if a mind know right it does little wrong
but perchance the glib tongues dance merry dances
twirling and whirling the giddy minds who sees not far
so shed me no tears for in pristine truth all of me is loved by all of me

Please tell Mr Whatever to crawl out
from under his stone
staying too long under rocks will affect
his pigmentation
imagine already crippled then comes out
looking like eroded chalk
where are the soldier fantasies and delusions
or the twisted tag
that blazoned the exact opposite of what he
claims to be
please help me out to continue his pontifications
how else do cowards live
if not in faceless guise they holler to bellow if just to
feel false significance for a minute
then only to crawl back underground hoping no one
ever knows their secrets and the little penises
not to mention how inadequate and inconsequential
and talentless they really are
Come out Mr Whatever and boost your delusions of control
like when you fought in Vietnam, Iraq and Montego Bay
such shame for such valour now hidden behind a screen trolling
is this what the modern brave capable trained and upright male is now reduced to

highest rate of illiteracy
highest rate of divorces
highest rate of ***** mothers
highest rate of One parents family
7.3 million people (17% of the adult population)
on anti-depressants
mad dogs and yadda yadda go out in the mid-day sun
we understand your problems and know misery seeks company
we know it seeks to vent, to rage rile rant simmer and pour out bile
and we know all these ills are particularly prevalent in  lower classes
so please know its not only you lot suffering they're seven millions plus
its not something in the water or in fish and chips its all in your heads
and projecting your pains and insecurities to others isn't going to cure you
it will just occupy your weak beings and make you even more crazy
and wittering professional and obsessive dumb dumb woe-mongers
you won't get to be rich cool smart sharp and drive a Merc that way...

Bet the fool's been waiting all day
to come drip his poison feed
a slave trader offspring now reduced
yearning for inglorious days
sliming mantra of divide and rule
hey, Slave Drive, you are not like those others
I can see you are different
Uncle Tom, now that one is a better class of Darkies
now ya'll go flog those darkies and keep them in line
cause you're different not like em picaninis
hey, the Slave Drivers says ya'll are animals
and Uncle Tom says ya'll smell like ****
yeah. pit em against each other, they're all dumb mongoose
Mister Compound Fool
come drip your poison again
and I can pretend I don't know how you and your gang of drips
manipulated a decent being and flipped them
into doing your heinous biddings
I'll also pretend that I don't know
the joke's on you
For some are smart enough to walk easy street
at your expense
while nodding to take the money
they spit and curse you behind your back
Hey Mr Compound Fool what else have you got to drip
Fancy a midnight tryst to Italy
we could catch a Rainbow or two
what do you say, my dear pink ***** with the small ****

They convince you they are giving you power
as they take power away from you

Life is a Mug's game
they say

Putin isn't getting his hands *****
he has others to do all that

Nixon didn't go into the Watergate buildings
some mugs from the mob did it

Donald did not head the march on to Capitol Hill
a lot of mugs did though

Somewhere two ladies who would have bettered themselves greatly
and weld enough influence and dignity to help and better others
are languishing away in mediocrity courting the mundane
because they have been told, joining the mob is power
Destruction is Power
because being mugs amongst other thousand mugs is power
While those that give instructions and Orders
skim off them and steal their real power which is their minds

Don't wait for the Politicians to create jobs for you
create yourselves so that jobs will look for you

They don't tell you that and those that call it as it is are nullified
They know too much, you see
They think they are better than us

Hey, people come and lets give you power
come do as we tell you to do....

So you play mind games
after your mind has already been gamed
allow me, to show you
Right now, yes now, blink twice
see, you did
now, ask yourselves
did you blink because its a normal reflex action
or
because I told you to blink
Now go figure that out
mind games? What do you know

Now see yourselves blinking more than usual
there are some trying not to blink
but they did, even if not right now
but anyway, you're now conscious of blinking
you can't simply disregard it as before
you read this piece

even if you try, now you are wondering
am I blinking more or less
you can't be sure
some of you will go to sleep think about your blinks
not sure if you're blinking more or less
oh! dear, what a blinking thing

the lesson here is to learn to own your minds
those that teach you mind games
are really just taking control of your minds
but they won't tell you that
its what Politicians do
its what Con Artists excel in

Yeah darl, I carry the heat of the sun

from my roots straight to my loving heart

in soft whispers of anytime groove I'm ready

I'm I not that one that is like no other standing

that lover with the slow hands and gentle moves

who make you purr like a cat and burn like incense

yet calm as the languid deep to roar into high waves

in the truculent motion of the fire rhythms in the deep

reaching places untouched to speak the in language of us

in our groove in our time in our space in our hot cool wetness

and in panting giggles and smiles of afterglow I will hold you close

and tell you again what you mean to me and the world around you

and it will be just you and in the starlight of a thousand shines its

still just you


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Astray in demi-Eden

Paradise lost in lost paradise

mirage words from hungry mouths

feed distractions to free the waned souls

hide your miseries in rhyme less sonnet prose

shatter thine  looking glasses to obscure glazed cowards

wring your incantations from scalped hearts laid bloodless

your obituaries of scorns litter your alleys but ghosts are hooded

as they bawl requiems for the living and groan dirges in rays of Light

the dry saplings wither

scorched by knowledge

vainglorious prophets

read the books of Baal

collecting blood tithes

in axis of the ******

they all rage in unison

lost spawns of chalks

talking heads no eyes

hailing freedom in chains

the debtors of depravities united

suckling rancid milk as they devour themselves

shaded openly in the belching orifices of wastrels wounded

grinding tomorrows into dusts and leaving ashes for their legacies

I have educated them
inspired them
made them raise their standards
and taught them so much
when I'm not there
they become agitated
restless and pinning
for its only me they want to impress
its only my attention they want
like a Royal Warrant of sort
but the truth is I rarely
read their garbage
and do not let on
but I do not care
a fig for them

So it came to be
whence the highlight of their days
are given to delusions and meaningless scribble
devoid of sanity and seasoned in gloom and green bile
****** in mental chains as wretched oarers to plunge murky depths
stirring fetid mud and excavating the swampy slimes of their malaise
in the orifices of lost minds and lame askew prophecies
zealots of lamentable pales strife in vacuous toil
and in unbeknown vivid stupor
none doth seize sanity to ask
when did it go so wrong
for us all
but
they were born in caves
we cannot expect much
for they can only see
the reflections
on the wall
shadows

When I was born
I was not from Day One

Registered as a member of a Minority

in fact nothing's minor or minority about me

I was a big baby from a big family by big parents

so the idea of mobbing means nothing to me

I do not and will not feel less amongst many

my heart and soul breaths free unfettered

proud of my origins, heritage and traditions

my Creator did not call my soul minor

neither did He/Her put me in chains

or made me dumb and deaf

bountiful are my Blessings
I'm grateful an unafraid

When you can show me
that the amount spent on your
formal educational training is more
than what has been spent on mine to date

when you can show me
that you have more qualities
proven abilities and capabilities
than I own and have fully utilised openly

when you can show me
the amount of genuine relations
you have cultivated and maintained
and are real genuine enduring fulfilling connections

when you can show me all above
and then show me your parents stayed
in a loving satisfying marriage till death doth part
THEN PLEASE COME AND GIVE ME RELATIONSHIP ADVISE
and tell me that solid happy fulfilling and mutually rewarding union
is based on soft or hard, long or short, white or black or soft and wet

Ah....bless their little socks, its all they know!

I have surpassed your wildest dreams
now all you can do
is fantasize like crazy
I'm in your heads in ******* throes
you are my addicts
I am irresistible
who else can make you do what you do
No one
Yip, I am unique, special, a one-off
No one else like me
you just have to act or react
its my
Glorious Spirit vibes

Well, its going home
to Rome
yip the Azzurros have caned our *****
but
at least we are still champions at Bullying
experts at conspiracies, taunting and tormenting
and we all agree, in all of Europe
we are World Class Yobs, Chavs and Yobbesses
who say we are good for nothing immature hooligans

So there it goes
we lost on penalties
and guess what its those three black ones
that missed three penalties, can't trust 'em, innit?

Well what do ya expect
you **** them off daily on social media
your racist yobs are daily throwing racial slurs
critizing, abusing, tormenting and trolling them
how do you expect them to now access the confidence needed
when after tearing them apart

You now throw them on expecting miracles
Maybe something in them at that crucial point flared in their brains
'Know what, **** this for a game of soldiers'
yeah, you dishonour us, you never treat us truly fairly
you keep our people down and tear into us
then at this critical hour, you say, 'Go do this for the Nation'
Go **** yourselves, were we heroes when you're tormenting us
on social media

we never encourage absolute confidence
we always see it as arrogance because its not common
amongst the majority, so we tear confidence down
out of envy because we can't be like them
The gifted are always scared to express themselves for fear
they will start tearing me down, calling me arrogant, a show-off
and all kinds of negative labels will rain down
so there you have it
the poor lads bricked it at the crucial moments
now they'll be dreading social media tomorrow
I wished they had it in them to have even for a second considered
my jokey projection above
but I know they don't have that in them, such fire isn't in them
they've been neutered long ago, from day one actually  

No doubt normal services will resume tomorrow on Facebook etc
and the deranged trolls
will be there sending banana emojis and telling them to go climb
a tree

Yip people,
we lost and the Italians have taken Football to Rome!
We know they have the style and the panache
and the men are not routinely castrated
and then sent out to take penalties
Viva la Roma

The Left crawlers miscreants
the bedraggled underground thieves
in sleight of hands moves the greed of low class waster
who takes from the State and adds more from burglaries
without any honest toil but to take more from the workers
they move this greed to the one who worked all week
and never took anything from the State
in dross simple minds the loonies yell
infernal  damage to those with inheritance
these people are greedy and selfish
damage them and drive them paranoid
forget there are lots of ordinary folks
who leave houses money for their broods
the Millibands inherited two millions from father
they have not donated it to their Political Party
no lefty loonie is camping outside the Beckhams
screaming their children stand to inherit millions
the loonies are not protesting in Hampstead
in Knightsbridge, Chelsea and in Kensington
our dear rogues and mad loony commis
are picing on a black man because he's ennobled
this same man had worked from age sixteen
there is no grand mansion or trillions awaiting
this black man to the crazies personifies greed
not the greedy thieves who robs all and sundry
not the rich whites who have gained from industries
no no no, greed is the lone black man
who stood up to thieves and called them thieves
this is the man to discredit and cancel out
this is the man to stress out and drive paranoid
this is the thinking of the leftists narcissists
the crooks and insane liars with neon momentums
these are the racist brits who resent a successful black
they want blacks on the factory floor always second
or else a campaign starts to drive them paranoid
its the commonest weapon of the racists
us, we haven't done anything, its all in her/his mind

Shamed and outwitted by the ennobled
the white humiliated thieves and their tribal folks
cried 'attack is the best form of defence'
they could not defend the right to work in honest toil
nor right to respectability and lawfulness
neither could they defend racist hatred and equality
but to steal from a black is totally defensible
this particular one dared judge them and called common scums

Disgraced and humiliated the white thieves
called out the mob to dish out hell's fire and brimstones
does that black sleep with fishes or slow death
Macaffertys of Eastside have been threatened with exposure
get the gangs out there's a crow to rub out
use all options available from character assassination to wipe-out
hound harass stalk gas-light discredit intimidate
fabricate misinform Disinform sabotage destroy block and isolate

Black man withstood all knowing his innocence
Macaffertys terrorize the neighbourhood stealing all around
to us next door they started extorting weekly money
bullying making veiled threats and emotional intimidation
when the weekly payout stopped they burgled
No more says black I am not going to let you play games with me
you're racists you're thieves your are lowlife criminals
the game in town these days is called Republican Revolution
also know as Criminal gangstalking a black who stood up to them

She did it all for the tribe
as was asked of her
to walk on white grounds
where dirt lies below
and tongues speak back to front
never to say it as it is

She did it all for the tribe
wising a share
for the fatted cow roasts
plates handed out
be not the brave stranger
in village of needs

She did it all for the tribe
easier in shared shame
in head she's flown like a bird
from traps and cages
now within boundary freedom
what choice but a blinded mind

She did it all for the tribe
cannot fight no more
the villagers give her a home
a plot to farm her wares
the price a dance in the play of fools
for the tribe she will dance with fools
they pay wages and she' isn't a fool

Now all gone
to play with themselves
at the least for a while
until the demons summoned them
back to work
there's no peace for the wicked
and the demons need writers to record and print its garbage

you should have hid it from your kids
how that crow thumped your long noses
and crackle in your faces
blowing raspberries at you
yet you call yourselves hunters
armed to the teeth in lies and deceits
crouching behind the white washed fence
your kids see it all going down
do you reckon they are proud of you
or forever to be visited with the fact
a crow pecked your noses
blew raspberries at you
and cackle in your faces
and you left wondering
why they never amount to much

When you hold hatred in your mind
for someone

the hatred captures you as much as them
because your mind becomes consumed by them,
by revenge, by what you'll like to do to them
by anger

by what you'll like to happen to them
and so on and so on
it goes

your mind is no longer yours
its now owned by the one or ones you hate
who stays there and agitate your mind

why should I give anyone that power over me
No, I don't carry hate
I do not hold hatred in my mind
for anyone

The politics of half-wit barrow boys
crawls into the kingdom of Thrones
selling rotten lies our blinded limpets
**** hungrily as they accuse others of greed

In shame they point murky fingers
as four of theirs point back at them
the lies of the ignorant is painted white
as revolution of the dumb rises on full stomachs

They steal and plunder and call us parasites
using your cheap labour they say you're Labour
but skim of the top while you drain the dregs
nihilism awaits you if you dare expose the truth

Our Kings are kings of wisdom and truth
holding courts not cutting ribbons or gilded on stamps
ours is to harvest and share not looting with style
fairness justice we hold not gutter politics to hide our shame
we speak to your face not stab you in the back and discredit you




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Lets provide a platform for the lame
damaged minds in agitated arousals
much like a cushion room for them
venting ranting lashing at their disposals

A release for mental cripples in throes
a wholesome balanced target as distraction
to help them soak up their pains as a foe
a daily momentary drug to offer relaxation

The sick twisted minds that lacks fulfilment
craving to share their miseries and stresses
what better than a lucid mind in full requirement
who bears the light and grace with born blesses

So lets be pure honey that attracts the ants
offering thanks in sacrifice its them not us
walk in self loathing hate an envy not our wants
rather the paragon extraordinaire than mad runts

Here, rant rage lash out vent and satiate your hate
you need outlets to placate the burning savagery within
the insecurities, the inadequacies the fears you eat
a target is not your victim but a therapist absolving your sins

Trawling through my pc history
tell you nothing
but the depth of my idle curiosity
so if you don't know me by now
you will never know me
a search for dogs
does not mean I want to be a dog
or even buy one for that matter
surfing is surfing
within boundaries

Oh look, our peasant folks are in control
talk of 'mass production' on assembly line
Henry Ford, rise from your grave and come see
division of Labour at illusory best
So what if its all in our heads minus minds
we have you know we make it up as we go along
we are so advanced we have turned a man into a computer
at least that what our Head Engineers (get the pun) tells us
so the HE says we know buttons to press
he says perception something is the key
that way we load data into his head
then we also have the audio loads
that way we also load data into computer man
and 'voila' he's programmed and we control him
HE Controllers says its about triggers and anchoring
sensitizing and some **** about flooding his mind
so computerman now operates on data
Apparently we have overridden his free will
and we have ceased his psyche and now owns him
you see its all about Artificial Intelligence
Since we are making up all these processes without concrete proofs
we are artificial
and we are intelligent because we believe in what we are doing
see, that's AI.....
and the power of Mass production'
Power to the peasants.....

hahaha hahaha  hahaha hahaha
that's computerman laughing, its part of his programming

Of course we're crazed
hell hath no fury an' all that jazz
we are fevered and addicted and mad as hell
tell us
are we not suppose to own the scared jewel
the irresistible magic box of delight
the golden cave of a thousand gems
the sizzling honeypots with the sweetest and mostest
that crazed men have killed and died for
do we not know that they carry their brains in their trousers
are they not all mere babies crying for mother's milk

Then this one rocks along
swaggering with tales he's well armed
and soon befall the evil eyes
he started it by bluffing Chris and Joan
who in stinking ivory begged a taste
that, sirens was to all sirens, a declaration of war
for he thinks he is better than us
what moor has the audacity to refuse ivory honey
so we chained and batter, hang draw and quarter that moor
baited, basted, roasted and goaled Othello
alas, he stands in hell's fire and smiles

what manner of a male we have here
we are beyond frustration, we are madder than raving madness
no man on two feet in living breath can go thus far
without our life giving milk to lick and ****
we are the givers of the planet, the creator of them
who the hell refuses to kneel and worship for a taste of our honey
No way will he live like a prince or a pauper
we are mad as hell and hell he will live
for to spurn the ivory touch
and holds the grace and purity of light
bans him from the delights of the dark

Of course we're crazed
hell hath no fury an' all that jazz
we are fevered and addicted and mad as hell
that moor sits on our chest and burns the recesses of our souls
we are consumed, inflamed, addicted, intoxicated and on fire
he shames us and his blood we must drink

At GMT zero zero Twenty God-knows-when
the Lemmings' News announced they have all the facts
there sits Chief Broadcaster, Ms Lemmings Red
the renowned purveyor of loony news
the wonkier, the more far-fetched the better
the red light is on, we are live on Air
and so they roll
the messages and news for lemmings by lemmings

Now some one pray do tell me in earnest fare
cause for a pretty second I truly did ponder their ongoing scope
but finding it quite meaningless ignored henceforth
for what merry business is it to me
the love life or romantic dalliances of a stranger
what interest me if six seven or ten swing with Eros
or petals meet petals in gardens or roof tops
for certain I know this got nowt to do with me

Tell no lies the lemmings do what lemmings do
and Chief Broadcaster Ms Lemmings Red and their station
with no ethics, ethos or integrity follow their lemmings agenda
for fellow lemmings dare not think or challenge the zany news
the world is burning, a pandemic is raving and partying
schools shutting creating a better class of half-wits for morrows
yet lemmings expect me to be concerned about the love life of who
if strangers risk their health hopping and what's not
isn't that their business, what's it to do with me

A snake that you can see
does not bite
and when the music changes
so does the dance
but if you close your eyes
then you will learn
through accidents
A wise man never knows all
only a fool knows everything

Everything you say will be
used against you
Really, is that so, well here's
the chance to rope dopes
Well, I remember a guy while
at school during Paperchase
who would lay
a false trail and go off to the
Tuckshop
where he would sit and munch
chips and  sup fizzy
while the runners were haring
over dales and meadows
and retracing their steps
over and over again
He actually thought it was
hilarious
while blaming the winds for
blowing and scattering
the trails
Chaps, that fellow wasn't me
Everything you say will be taken down
and used against you
Hmmm.......

In the gutters of the walking ghosts
their dastard gambit wallow in tags
at once
its Clockwork Orange
then
its a Revolution
hold on
its Anti-Elitism
But No, no
its fighting a Chauvinist Pig
hold on
its a Power Struggle against the Rich
but again
its Solidarity with the Oppressed

Look, its anything as long as it buries the Truth
How can we state that Common thieves and gangsters
identified a quiet hardworking and decent couple
saw they had ties to some titled connections
we started extorting money from them on the sly
and when they stopped giving
we burgled them
then demanded more money or we do them in
they didn't pay up and had the audacity to stand up to us

Hey! we're criminals
we know how to lie, deny, twist, fabricate
and being constant visitors to Law Courts
we know Guilty or Innocent vies on Reasonable Doubts
we are Experts at muddying the waters and creating Doubts
We are the Mob with the mob working for us
we lie, we intimidate, we terrorize, we harass, we hound
we destroy reputations, we create doubts, we bribe
we erase the truth, we invalidate and cancel out
and we fool and deceive all

why do you think our favourite slang for dealing with our enemies
is.....Rub them out
Yeah, we are good at that, we rub out things and people

And if we wanna call hiding our downright guilt and crimes
by saying its a Political Republican Revolution
or The Art of Clockwork Orange
That's what we'll do, OK

William says to Harry
You should know the etiquette abode
we do not mouth of each other in public
we do not share what is private
we do not wash our linens in public gaze
What is class but manners
honour is bound by blood and integrity
we have standards to uphold
with power comes great responsibilities
we owe that much to ourselves

If I have offended you
I will apologise
I will also have the maturity and decency
to go to my study
sit and hand-write a Note of apology
that's the right thing to do
that's proper
no need for drama or fuss
We are supposed to be adults
seasoned and well-bred, its simple protocol

Are we suppose to chatter to all and sundry
baited into clashing egos like plebs
play out silly immature dramas
and posture demeaning obstinacies
like an uncouth fronting up
needing to prove some misplaced notion of strength
and independence
when in reality it merely proves immaturity and insecurity

If you're worth who you think you are
begin by admitting you have made mistakes
then grow and become the person you should be
make that call to papa
or go to your study and hand-write him an apology
do this not only for him but for yourself as well
if you are strong you don't need to prove strength
only weak little people need to puff up
and put on a show, its a limiting parody by limited people
serving to only fool themselves
Is that really YOU?

Wow, how fortunate does one get
when right from early doors
all around you was inspirations
sister a doctor, brother a doctor
uncles and aunties Lawyers
cousin a Surgeon, another cousin a Naval Admiral
he would visit in gleaming white ensemble
with braids and epaulettes
looking like he's just stepped out of a movie
Mum would smile and say, wow what a dashing young man
all I saw round me was successes
people striving, positive endeavours all round
you were always encouraged to work hard
read, pass your exams, come join us soon
it was positive pressure
you have to make the grades, just look around you
you have to know what you're doing, be single minded
be focused, work hard, its the only way
I never harbour hate for no one
was never envious or jealous of any one
never felt the need to put anyone down
rather I had role models I learnt from
inspirational friends and relatives that guided and encouraged
it was expected, I did not disappoint
I left my comfort zone and made it through my sweat
a friend in Blighty says
the bright kids get bullied and call geeks
the others cheek the teachers and do as they like
its video games, social media and trolling
its ****** harassments from both sides
and when they leave semi illiterate and bleak futures
they can go join the Leftist and Anarchists
who will teach them how to hate success and aspiring people
They stay never amount to anything
and spend the rest of their days blaming some invisible Elitist,
parasitic royals or some Greedy Jewish Capitalist
stealing their birth right,
and I suppose, their fish and chips as well
and talking Revolution
Who are the Jokes and jokers
No kidding!

We are so frustrated
boiling over with anticipation
he engulf our brains
dancing fantasies that leaves us dripping
rip our bodice
come enraged and engorged
we tremble wide-eyed and speechless
his silent determined countenance
that tight tight embrace that drew our breaths sharply
oh! the hot passion that shines in his being
he's in our minds and bodies
we can not rest from this fever
oh! to be taken on velvet
and ride the rhythm of dark waves
we know the yeah, yeah and oh, oh
we seen the big monster with one eye
and in crazed abandon
we write and writhe and writhe and write
we set out our fantasies in gusty prose
and glaze our delusions to challenge
to stir and mix our throbbing gardens
and burn the lights in our fluttering caves
so near yet so far
if only for a night
then perchance we'll leave the toys alone
and our poetry will be  of cakes and chocolates
roses and wine and perfumes from Channel
oh!  sorry I forget, we are low levels
that should be stuff from Primark
and cheap plonk from any Tom **** or Harry
those types that would steal for us
and we pat on the heads
and call heroes