The very fact
that they expend more efforts
and energies than I do
underlines the certainty
that they have more brawn than brains
actually its more brawn no brains
but pity them not
for most of them have love
but rotten *** lives
for good fulfilling ***
starts in the brain
and without brains its just one after the other
leaving them always hungry
needing distractions projections hate and frustrations
venting and seeking release
they go watching a magnificent dolphin trapped in a cage
in Sea World
where they dribble spittle and carry inane smiles
luxuriating in hidden moist and slime
rutting off the rhythm of a sleek black shimmering smooth dolphin
watching their world of plastics through glass eyes
the woke un-woke
the unrelenting agitators in emotional agitations
the plastics spastics betrothed to *** toys
all brawn but no human satisfaction

And in bliss and grace
he stands
indomitable and revered
as worms squirm and maggots twitch
in their muddy encasing swamps in pestilent anguish
in their rotten decaying compost they lament in solidarity
for in worthless dirt they are rulers in the ecosystem in aerating ****
the landowner's calm
he surveys
indomitable and revered
nature provides and in God's providence
the dirt worms and maggots have their place
always busy under weeds and underground toiling away
its the natural order of the natural law as mother nature intended
nature is hieratical
some are nurtured some are nature's manure

Show me the strength of atonement
and I will
show you the strength of forgiveness
for in purity
of amazing grace lies infinite blessings
and in truth
unclasped the chains that will set us free
so
Show me the strength of atonement
and I will
show you the strength of forgiveness
otherwise all in all
are cackling's in vesper at the requiem
of joyless worship
and fools rush in where angels fear to tread
tender the white dove
in strength and glory of noble enlightenment
and salient graciousness
Show me the strength of atonement
Show me the strength of atonement
and I will
show you the strength of forgiveness
show you the strength of forgiveness

You can lead a horse to water
but you can't make him drink
but you can
keep on pouring bucketful of
water over
his quite large head again and again
and again and again
and you can get others like you
to come from
all over with buckets and and help
pour more water
over the horse's large and noble head
until
someone comes along and seeing
what is going on
and declares fittingly loudly
'I think you are all being quite so stupid'
Since when did craziness become mainstream...

Hahaha hahaha hahaha.

making it about you
is their road to Damascus
not to meet Paul but to rob Peter

it is not about you
for some were only brought
to help throw more scales in their eyes

you were near Jerusalem
seen how they pull down temples
and worshipped the idols of Baal in oil

you know they speak in lucre
as they divide lands in ****** spoils
and carry your fathers to sire traitors for olives

you know the lay of the land
tasted the milk of sorrowful forfeitures
as they eat your soul and feed it back to you

forced to take their silver
as they use your voice and raid flesh
you become a crusader in the crucifixion of your mind

it is never about you
for your tale is also my story
but I drink the blood of my ancestors
and in crowning glory witnessed Messiahs ascent

go find your peace
but know the burning bush
reveals no saving visions on snow hills
we may meet in Galilee or near the banks of Jordan
but know I know its not about you for your story is my story

Most of the time they are not worth the effort
but my generosity of spirit and ethical kindness
not to mention my pity and tolerance
demands I do not let them go hungry
I do not leave them forlorn and ignored

So I visit them
help them lance their boils
and leave little food parcels for them
it is written
be kind to the unkind
for they are incapable of being kind
to themselves

Thus they are profoundly limited
they see but yet have no sight
they know yet do not know they know
hence the ravishing hunger
on a bellyful of nothing

Get out the fog horn
and scream it all as long
as a piece of string
mind your ailing lungs though
for seafarers have read the weather charts
and sailing News reports no weather changes
one can only conclude
some villagers like screaming
or they are hearing voices in their heads
the calm sea breeze
does do strange things to some people
tis known that when the menfolk
are too long at sea
the womenfolk do get a touch of the hysterics
and the men start kissing fishes
but as far as I know
I see no needs for the fog horns
and paddle my own canoe anyway I chose

When you inform a gang of criminals
' I will show you
I am not a man you play games with'
they show you
they have a whole town's folks to play games with
and the folks in turn
would be made to play games with you  

Is it Backgammon Chess or Red Rover
or perhaps Snakes and Ladders or Cluedo
maybe Monopoly or Hangman's Bluff

Whatever
we have the loaded dice, the cheat sheet
but above all
we don't do fair-play or sportsmanship
we are Criminals
that's how we roll.........

Pie and Mash and some liquor....anyone

And the delusional rule of our subjects
are subjected in subjective
in the democratic tyranny over free wills
their 'power' so underwhelming
in the evident fracas of
matter over minds
the complexities of real power
is beyond the preambles of subjects
subjected in subjective deductions
sheep don't do complexities
they gambol, graze and end as muttons
spinning wool and dying wool are not
subjective art of shorn subjects

I am happier than you
your mothers and fathers
your sisters and brothers
and all of your so called friends
why am I happier
because I wasn't born to hate
myself and where I was born into
not a lot of people get that opportunity
they were born into fears and insecurities
always waiting for the Child Benefit social cheques
waiting for the free milk
waiting for fathers and mothers
to find a better job or get a rise at work
seeing their fathers shake in fear of losing his job
watching their mothers pack and exchange husbands
because their partners has drank and gambled the wages
or just utterly weak immature dorkish and plainly irresponsible
how can you be happy
when you are born into State care
fed by the State and owned by the State
the love you get is controlled love by Child Benefits payment
your parents can't shape and mould you or else you get taken away
you have no core or discipline because they State does not care a jot
you're just bred to do simple things and keep the middle classes in jobs
nothing about you is authentic and natural and nothing is real
And what you call happiness are diversions and distractions  to block your minds
all you own is your envy hate unworthiness insecurities and jealousies
I was born happy and nurtured correctly and lovingly with no CB.
You were born to moan and hate with no spine or culture
how can you make me unhappy and mixed up when seeing you
make me thankful and grateful and hearing your moans merely
reminds me I am not like YOU, you and you..........

Isn't our job to cause emotional damage
to churn and stir mix and taint
forfeited in the craven of our lost visage
we squabble to dabble in feigned
the remnants of of our insanities in wastage
in porous minds long waned
speaking wraiths from cess mud drainages
base hue-less fluids of the disdained
skedaddled blots in shamed nakedness
ignorance avails the vain
the collective of momparas honouring uselessness

No finery needed, no gilded prose
save the flair in cursive italics or sans two roman
leave the ivory quill and the Conqueror Watermark
cast aside the masonry engraver and withhold the granite
and need not festoon the Town-crier
for this I say to anyone's face
I say it in fine fettle and unassailable heartfelt truth
I say it as clearly as a nightingale's single tenor note
  I say it as the owned thunderous roar of the alpha lion
I'll even trumpet it as the rousing praises of immaculate cherubs

" Look, look, look as much as you like
run for binoculars, telescopes and magnifying glasses
get goggles, get Ray bans, get monocles and even Pince-nez
and
Look, look, look as much as you like"

What has a blameless man got to hide
what does a decent man feel ashamed about
what skeleton is hidden in my closet,
what blood do I have on my hands
Did I go breaking into my neighbour's house
was I going about borrowing and begging
did I go bedding under aged girls
or rolling about drunk and incapacitated in the square

" Look, look, look as much as you like
run for binoculars, telescopes and magnifying glasses
get goggles, get Ray bans, get monocles and even Pince-nez
and
Look, look, look as much as you like"

Look and see a man of sublime distinction
see the one others wish they could be like
find courage, bravery, character and flowing senses
see the saving graces of honesty and truth in quiet wisdom
see the strength of uncorrupted essence and tolerance
see he who thrives on merit and abilities
see the wit, versatility and unassuming intelligence of a real man

so please
" Look, look, look as much as you like
run for binoculars, telescopes and magnifying glasses
get goggles, get Ray bans, get monocles and even Pince-nez
and
Look, look, look as much as you like"

My friend owes me £800 but if I threaten him with legal action he might set his gang on me

DEAR DEIDRE:

MY friend owes me £800 which I lent him to buy a moped.

But if I threaten him with legal action, he might set his gang on me.

We got on well when we were in college together but then he got into a gang and I know they do all sorts of crazy stuff.

His lot are notorious for being the centre of trouble where I live.

They have been involved in knife crime and even acid attacks.

My mate keeps promising me the money but I’ve not seen any of it yet I really could do with it back but I know not to push it too far.

from Sun Newspaper 10/03/01

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You can't stand up to them cause you are a snowflake
so just walk away, and write it off.
I didn't, I went and demanded my money back
they responded by breaking into my flat and stealing all my electronics
then took the 4 tyres off my car and kindly rested the axles on bricks
then they started leaving racist leaflets on my doorsteps
then they started gangstalking me
gas lighting, bullying, daily harassment, slander, fabrication,,  
misrepresentation, misinformation, hounding, character assassination, sabotaging
they will call in the Suicide Squad whose job is to do everything to
drive you to suicide and nine times out of ten, they succeed.

so you better walk away, they already know you will
why do you think all the useful idiots they use obey them
and no one stands up to them

And my spirit devours them
outshines them in all radiant spheres
takes entry in their shallow sunken fort
and once as always shows them even in inertia
sublime forces of natural charisma captivates and holds sway
i have the freehold of their heads and a leasehold of their minds
and collect homage in irresistible attention worthy of a real Prince
I am the he
who reminds them that fortune favours my father's son

the discriminations and racisms that built an empire
the racisms that made Republics
the discriminations and racisms that checks innocent
successful people of colour
the discriminations and racisms that upholds Blighty
is not a Republic
the discriminations and racisms that ordain only black
Royalty are subjected to Republicanism extremisms

the discriminations, racisms and Colonialism that holds
its Caucasians  that determines
who is to be cancelled and checked because they are titled
and dared call Caucasian thieves, thieving scums

the discriminations and racisms that deploys covert designs
to hide ignorance injustice discrimination and racism

calling the mobbing harassment and bullying an innocent and lawful Blackman, People Power

The concertinas of the crippled unions

have immortalised the warbles of the undreamt melody

and in the gainsays of wraith tenors and sopranos

are strangling the arias in glaced Così fan tutte

and pointlessly doing pirouette En Dehors

on a blazing ice rink

it is the age of infantile wisdoms

and the renaissance of endemic idiocy

the peoples parliament is in session

and love is under discussion

and I am laughing my *** off

I live in their country
but
I don't see the scenery
from their eyes
for
they have glass eyes
in different colours
reflecting
the transparency of
living ghosts
and
empty words from soulless minds
tombed in cold breaths
riddled
in icy vapour smoke screens
as dead whispers to the living
as
the ambergris fantasies of the undead
history
has taken everything said and saying
and poured them down their cancerous throats
no
remission for the cloudy from the clouds above
the
living ghosts and the glass-eyed ghost are not gods
mere matter only matter as matter
the only True Ghost is the Holy Ghost

moribund in that alternative refuse-bin
of busted rhyme and proses
where like-minded asinine pretentious
air their echoes from succubus
you'll find our scribe of elongated cries
plying his woes in columns
in feverish frenzy he piles single words
on single term shouting out
his pain dirges and ferocious incantations
from peak to base he oozes ****
prophet vocabularies yelling anodyne prophecies

fresh from the remand centre of pile them high
to knock them down in tortuous vistas
the kapo Bolshevik was more a flamed on that forth day
raw nerves set searing scalding hot
by cogent worded truths of the carcass he homes
and the vacuous trash he calls a mind
not to mention the shaming insecurity of the hidden
shortcoming of his flaccid trouser quill
hence the obsession of pilling single words in long
horizontal stretches
Freudian slip if ever as the small man compensating
in an E-type jaguar and its extended hood

wounded and raving kapo's erstwhile asinine subtleties
bit the dirt in outrage
single stacking out and our hurt Bolshevik managed two
brimstones and thunder echoes
nothing is nothing and unimportant fire fly into dust
like a wooded king turn to ashes
and look behind the rictus tirade of the vacant small man
to view the miserable insecure little child
who knows he will never have the skills and talent of heroes
or grace the fields of his dreams
or ever have the proven qualities and Largesse of the real
men of honour
But weep not for he is okay at stacking words and heralding
doom and despondency
what else is there for him, perhaps shelve stacking at an Indian Grocery...........

A man of Character
upright assiduous sublime balanced and oh so cool
a man of Courage
brave noble smart invigorating and unflinchingly principled
a man with Conscience
guided thoughtful decent astute generous and thoroughly decent
a man of great Charity
engaging helpful considerate understanding stylistic and temperate
a man with Courtesy
charming, witty intelligent accommodating with warm sociable finesse

the dreaded antithesis
of the low scale labourers, the flaky mediocre half men
the semi-illiterate charlatans and barrow-boys
the uncouth dimwits and wishy-washy hooligans
the shamed inadequates' and cowardly poltroons in tautology
the sham, the superficialities' the metaphoric eunuchs with Imposter Syndromes
the narcissists and under-endowed  psychos riddled with fear and rages
the all semblance no substance amoebic species of pale masculinity

And these things
call their debacle of rats and loonies a Revolution
a term most of them struggle to write much less understand
from caves, underneath boulders and hidden in shame
mired in cloying envy and jealous to the brim
knowing they can never be who and what I am  
they cackle nihilism when they mean Racist Hate and Envy
our obnoxious post-modern racist Slave Traders
them simplistic ignorant red-necks hiding in foreign identities
and foreign faces
the shamed cowards confirming their cowardice as dolts do

Where are the men
possessing the mark of the five C's like above
where are the men who claim rightfully who and what they are
Is there only ONE in
this sceptered isle, This blessed plot,
this earth, this realm
are they too busy breaking into their neighbours houses
or perhaps too busy gang stalking those they envy so so badly
or maybe they are busy buying ****** or stealing to fund that
enlargement operation......

Hello Clone
my dear old friend
you've pleaded again for my help
you've said 'speak up for me, speak up for you'
but Cloney this is about you and very little about me
yes, we look alike and sound alike
maybe walk alike and smile alike
but in all honesty
that's about it

You know right from the start
there were three of us
there's me
there's you Cloney
and there's them East End Gangsters and their flying monkeys
or the duped Useful Idiots, as some would call them
them gangsters and extortionist made you up Cloney
I just sat and watched, you Clone is who they dipped in the ****

Don't get me wrong, I am empathic and do see and know
how wrong, unjust, unfair and evil all these narcissistic psychos
are doing
but I have always given criminals and sad sick evil finks
a very wide berth so I do not their ways, style or even their language
scums, slimes, spivs, chancers, thieves, bullies, and gangsters don't impress me much, neither do ignorant weak useful idiots
we all live in different worlds

Clone I know they made you up
or 'fitted you up' as they put it in their street parlance
they've been throwing mud at you, character assassination
slander, defamation, misinformation and misrepresentation
discrediting you, degradation and trying to humiliate you
all because of their guilt and shame

They were criminals who stole from me and I stood up to them
they know they were caught bang to rights and they are guilty
they live in shame, disgrace and fear
they just have never been able to rest easy
so they need to bluff, intimidate, discredit and spread their miseries
they say 'attack is the best form of defence
its the criminals' way of life, its how they live, its what they do

So Clone, I'm sorry at what they're doing to you
I have watched all this wishing I could help in some way
despite it all being very close to me I have managed to keep at arms length
these're  pathetic contemptible people with nothing going for them
there's really no comparisons between me and pond dwellers

I've never been the lowlife that steals from my neighbour
never been an alcoholic druggie needing to steal to buy drugs
or thieving frustrated ******* trying to sell their bodies to the black man next door
like I stated, its a life or world I know little about
and that drives them into volcanic rages  
you Clone have been selected as sacrificial lamb at the altar
of Pond life, Crooks, Guttersnipes, the Displaced and Vulgarism
all I can do is pray for you
and fight my boredom

I want love
fill a this Form
I'm having a baby
fill this form
I'm not married
fill this Form
the father has left
fill this Form
I don't know how to look after my baby
fill this Form
I don't have a job
fill this Form
I don't want a job
fill this Form
I want a house
fill this Form
I want friends
fill this Form
I want ***
fill this Form
I can't think for myself
fill this Form
I'm full of Hate and Envy

Well that's natural for people like you
we can't do anything for you with that
just continue as you are
You've never had to think about anything
Don't start now..........

what's to prove to hens
chickens clucking inanely
drumming, drumming drumming
so daft they call their legs drumsticks
unable to soar gliding the winds with grace
ground dwellers missioned to peck on dirt and crumbs
what matters chickens other than at end roasted dinner on a plate
born ignobly to peck dirt the dumb fettered cowards with edible drumsticks
penned in or 'free' ranging all they do is clucking and clacking inanely
never will adorn like birds of paradise
never to sing like the gifted nightingales
never to flair in beauty and grace like peacocks
never to soar high in majestic livery and splendour as eagles
only to coo huddle and clucking pecking dirt on ground level nought
someone's dinner someone's fried drumstick someone's peppered wings
some day soon....

Taken your head space
you have to keep me in your idle minds
its a lie the devil finds work for idle minds
he actively desires and recruits
untalented poets and writers
the more damaged the better
for Mr Satan
disdainfully needs devils advocates
he claims the Fifth Amendments
while its ***** do the talking
the devil's
farts are the devil's farts

Cloaked in malignant evaporation
hiding in stricken minds
emitting the purchased belches of perditions
shamed rashers squirm in rinds
casting their woes of mined trepidations
naysayers betrothed to finks
in the acidic mire of damning exasperations
cloudy dullards minus imponderable sine
impervious to the notion
that
the first condition for Happiness
is a clear conscience

To the young
a harrowing sometimes fatal ordeal
slashing the morn of being new to aged woes

To the adult
the horrid perplexities of realties flummoxed
in man's inhumanity to man in joyless corruption

To the gifted
the tainted affirmation of the degradations in lower circles
where jealousies and envy decay to feed the scums of pond lives

In true realms
the recognition and dread of sterling qualities
measures that so surpasses and light so blinding
stunningly harnessing pains and revolt in lessers' invoking
base irrationalities while at same anointing the edifice of the Standard

Please leave the youths alone
let them grow for they are the future
of me you and all of us and all our bright morrows
Nature chooses leaders for night does not get in the face of daylight


https://youtu.be/VgnR16MdZnI

And the labourers of superficialities scurry unabashed
ladles at ready to churn and oars angled for murky dips
for its the seasons of stirring livened in joyless cancellation
why cuddle recipes of venom and parade witless noisy chefs
why buy bottomless pots and pans to put fire to salad and ice cream
why bring the orchestra into the kitchen from the promenade
to tug the double bass and clash the cymbals in distaste
me see no fog in the  offing nor do sane sages digress
tis not Sulemani pointing I take you for a bride
its a world of measure me for measure you
for honest truth carry honest intentions
does equality sleep with olive branches
show me the strength that owns penance
for therein lives the realness of ***** times expunge
where the labourers of superficialities are far from Stalingrad
and adorned Grecian urn will hold the pure honey from Olympia

The wayward peasants
present their
Terror at Midnight
the Grimm Brothers say
lets go sleep
rest assured we have no competitors.....

And if it could work in the slightest
it should not have taken up to thirty years
and more to present times
we can still be condescending
we still find you highly *****
and somewhat amusing
and quite truthfully there are days
when we honestly feel pity for your stations
before I shared always, it gave me joy to bring others in
now I get to keep everything for myself
yeah! it really was their losses
and when I read all about their state of minds
and hear the depth of their pains and sorrow
all coached in bravado and belligerence
I can't help but empathise
yet they do things ham-****** and awkwardly
no grace, no real thoughts, no fineness or sublimity
they seem to enjoy their absurdities which they wear
like a uniform
doing same over and over unable to evaluate much less contempulate
they believe in volume rather than substance
yet we laugh, we condescend and take the micky
thy say they are ******* but we suspect they are drinking
their ****
it should not taken up to thirty years
and more to present times, it really should not
if they are worth their salt
but of course, thy are NOT.....

They live in ridiculous repartee
after graduating with dishonour from Blind Alley lane
with a Degree in Quack Hacks
majoring in The Doomsdays Book
their favourite write is
Make it up as you go along
and their watering hole is The Fools Paradise
and the jive to Elvis's Hound dogs
and bogey to Simple Minds
they have asinine answers for questions
and asinine questions for answers
the retorts of **** carrying **** rebuttals as they do
They live in ridiculous repartee our witless hackers
the backroom messengers of Fleet gutters
and Mama Pigs' Tonton Macoute
engaging farts in ridiculous repartees

It never rhymes nor resonates
other than a joke
by mediocre jesters trawling for
merciful pitying laughs
for I cannot relate relive or pine
an experience
I never had  
neither
unlike pilferers and shady spivs
and those ones in rolling depravities
do I ache and hanker for what
is not mine
the joyless pained
talk of hauntings which to my mind
are ghouls ghosts monsters and witches
these things which do not scare me anymore
for if its about that one
remembrance merely make me laugh fondly
of a titchy fun rascal
who like a woolly lambkin
gambols and gadabout with a frown and a smile
and with a charmingly delightful accent
'we women know what men are like
he wants to have *** with me'
it never fails to crack me up
how can memories of innocent laughter
make me feel blue or haunt me
kapish amore.....

Hahaha  hahaha  hahaha

its the zebras again.........

they swore, cursed ranted and vented
all day and all night
they made caricatures and fibbed and lied
as they twisted unpleasant truths
they waddle in mud and spewed ***** bile
in shameless rancour
they are not embarrassed by their negativity
for in all honesty
its more humiliating and defo more embarrassing
being just ordinary people
no status no title, limited prospect, no defining talents
nothing but just another face in a crowd
they know all about pain humiliation and disappointments
Yes, we feel your pain and sorrow
comrades, come the revolution....come the revolution....come

Those with sound minds
capable of reasoning sanely
know that your utterances and deeds
say more about you than those aimed at
so why should it be contrary to see the senseless
tarrying scurrying and faffing in ridicule and tomfoolery
for in the realm of sensibilities integrity and owning responsibilities
would you have the State running adverts bout gambling responsibly
where the state recognizes that it has a sizeable population of morons
you better have a keen sense of humour and lower your expectations and know that some of us not only walk in the midday sun
but actually strip and lie in its full glare to wash ourselves
while waiting for another State advert to inform us
to be sensible about turning ourselves into
roasted red crispy bacon

its easy

its just so easy

to speak from the bottom rung

nothing worthy is expected from you

no one holds you into account except those like you

and you all know you all talk ******* all the time

just a heck of a simple life for the simples with simple minds

its lonely at the top knows the commoners

they need their ******* chatter

chatter **** chatter **** chatter chatter

its all ******* but at least

its our common *******

its what we have in common

for their illegal and dehumanizing practices.
These tactics are not new; in fact,
they’ve been going on for far too long without consequence.
For these outlets, it’s a game.
For me and so many others, it’s real life,
real relationships, and very real sadness.
The damage they have done and continue to do runs deep,”
said the duchess in a state

Mehgan...Duchess of Sussex

Like some semi-illiterates
some afflicted joyless malicious malcontents
some angst-driven damaged nonentities
some obsessive psychotic street hooligans
some Neanderthal ******* racists
or
some pathetic mindless useful idiots
are going to instruct my mind how to think
or
shape my views in anyway
because that's how they became who and what
they are in the first place
the origins of man and evolution
is not exactly
an Exact Science
neither is the depth of man's ignorance
and their inhumanity

so we have the zebra
in raucous tones addressing the lion
you are nothing but a hairy big head
a beast and a **** blood sucker to boot
you sit there thinking you are better than all of us
you think you're the real deal, look I've got my mates here

well I as you, know
what else can the zebra do
its not like someone had pointed out to it
that it looked like an imitation donkey with delusions
who decided the height of fashion is black and white stripes
and a pretty cool suit to wear at the watering hole in the Maasai Mara
and all over the green dusty plains of the grass lands
most of the other animals knows zebra are partial to eating Hemp
perhaps that explains their fashion sense and outlandish behaviour
they mused that, at least its other dandy friend, the Peacock
has the good sense to parade itself at a more sedate hangout

our dear zebra
is suffering from an inferiority complex
and too much indulgence of grassy substances
among its gangs, it mouths off, its really just posing
showing off to its mate is our psychedelic little imitation donkey
much like some we know who hide away and mouth off *******
the lion preened its mane and flicked flies away nonchalantly
he barely acknowledged that thing in black and white coating
he was thinking
lunch today will be red juicy steak in coloured wrappings

We the fervent devotees
of the Cult of The Latter Day Che Guevara
ask for your support in our present struggles
in this our civilised democracy, our green and pleasant land
to drive one germ man mad
pity us. all your people in chains and on Welfare benefits
and all you people with nothing better to do
and all you people who are covert racists like us
for an elitist parasite dares to **** our blood dry
and take our birth right from us
Please come join us
or make donations like all the oligarchs
generously make to Putin,
that magnificent champion of the masses
Do not let this parasitic oppressor
this greedy germ man take our Taxes
we need to **** this germ up
do his head in, frustrate him and wipe him out
its yours and my money
ok, some was made during the Slave Trade
and from all our foreign Territories
and ok, the germ man worked and paid taxes
but ignore facts here, that's all history
and who cares anyway, those darkies were asking for it
So, come join our cult, let us show how powerful we are
Join us today
and like our Hero V. Putin
lets have a thriving State of Crooks and Thieves
and the simplistic politics of liars and bullies
Join up, you have nothing to lose but your chains!

They need gangs to live
gangs need me to survive

With the extraordinary
who has climbed on august shoulders
to sip from erudite fountains and dine with sages
burnt the proverbial midnight oil and attain glowing summits
radiating promises deserved in proven flares

In broadening horizon
lies the fascination of learning the ordinary
as is the major stock of appreciative global heritage
to be as one with all for from acorns come mighty oaks
and true knowledge is universal as even from the mouths of babes

A sage had artfully said
brother you have too high an expectation of herds
in folly I disagreed glossily stated I am but mere one of others
why build walls or confine myself to proscribed limits of likes
no, I will embrace all and live as all and love as all and be all I can be

Well we live to learn or not to
so now realization wave lengths are indeed different
impervious to ideals or even basic humanity as nature proffered
most times the sightless will never see and mad hatred is congenital
witches an evil do exist sole mission to do nowt but destroy goodness

The oracle foresaw
freedom and equality
you are all the same it stated
revolution time is the new black
bristling with frustration and rancour
carrying pitchforks and staffs on rampages
vigilantes and village idiots cast their Prince in chains
yet still find him shinning in silk cruising around in a merc
singing that line from the Beatles:
'But if you want money for people with minds that hate
All I can tell you is brother you have to wait'
Dear God, the Scroats and their Leftist friends and the useful idiots
that are the vigilantes and all the village idiots are all going bonkers
they are mad as hell, they can't take it anymore
for there it is right before their blinded eyes
some people are better than others
what is freedom anyway
and we are not all equal
get over yourselves
take you heads
outta ya *****
hahaha
haha
ha!

Sailing on the anguished screeches
of meaningless tones
bathing in the halcyon calm of serenity
gifted and adoringly titled
bearing wisdom knowledge and truth
a character of strength
emblazed with light and courage graced
in cordiality and courtesy
walking the glory of the anointed untainted
so in the hovels of the maladroit where cast spittle's and bile
or the acrid caves of scoundrels and malcontents with poxes
where fevered discontents yelp and yodel like caged racoons
ask me do
who takes the measure of themselves from the wounded and the joyless