And
they cannot put things
in real and rightful context
because they have no measure
of themselves
because they are limited
but I dare say
I have got their measure
what's the worth of the unworthy
who in limited sphere
rages at the brilliance of the sun
and threatens to forever ban daylight
so holds the sun from shinning
and with each new dazzling day
the penance paid every glorious morning
as with pain and sunken hearts
they again return to cast spells  of darkness
sure that daylight will not appear in the morrow
and once again only to reclaim their disappointment
until they became jokers
and then invisible
totally unimpressive
for limited minds
only know limited ways

I dare say
I have got their measure
what's the worth of worthless

Is it all the doubts twittered To Marcus
that makes him do what you all cannot do
is it all the doubts rained on the gifted brother players
that earns them fortunes and cruise around in Rolls and 'Lamborghini Aventador
Is it all the doubts you generously feed the youths
that make them stab and **** each others over post-codes
is it all your doubts
that stems from your own insecurities
your inadequacies and your pitifully ignorance
that makes you mean hateful and divisive
or is it those niggling oppressive facts
that you are inadequate talentless insignificant nobodies
just a bunch of deadbeat clogs
scraping what you can in dead-end alleys
finding solace and distractions in ***** cheap meaningless ***
drugs and venting on talented foot-ballers
and all those that are enterprising and successful
or is it ever doubtful
that all you can be are contemptible
cowardly no-mark soap-dodging bullies
Is there any doubts about that

Sighted visions regal and nightshade sirens crawl out
green-eyed ablaze mouth watering for a gilded cut
give us a cut,  
roger out our ***** kittens for easy street
crooked stained teeth smiling revolting rancid lures
in moral glace said offers finds resounding no

so birth the fury that hell never have
the gaggle of witches on the witch hunt
happy home-breakers and home wreckers
a loving devoted soul conjured into a pig
and for good measure
over a Christian head they hung a star and crescent

hear the witches, shrews and harridan puke in rages
join the coven and roast that pig
we will break that jewel in pieces and remake him
in our image, for he thinks he is better than us
besmirch his character, destroy a shinning light
we're witches of the East in white robes and pointed hats
our putrid stench is pervasive, we are goddesses of pollution

the coven of the latter days maidens of Lucifer cackles
hail all the vagabonds that takes and moves on to the next
rise to the wasters, the drunks and  the irresponsible critters
sing in praises to liars, gamblers, cheaters and all wrong'uns
come celebrate our sacrifice of a treasured gem
come despoil. wreck, destroy, ruin and obliterate the light
for truth, goodness and realness has no place in darkness
that which is better is anathema to serpents and the wretched

The gallant decent man
saves and spares the blushes and emotional pains
of the compromised hapless lady
coerced into skulduggeries and murkiness
manipulated, intimidated, unable to protest
she will do as bided
for murky contrived machinations is their game
what can she do but play along with things

Whilst the wanton selfish spineless cad
will seek companionship aside him
afraid and guised in cowardice in the arena
a gallant decent and brave real man
reads the play and removes all collateral damages
what gains the brave to see another suffer  
the fight is not yours he says, go find your peace

the lady sees the courage and decency of a real brave
the muted cordial accord speaks volume
the unspoken decency of a class act
for had it been a brazen compatriot of anodyne fervour
would not she say, let me go again to lure and daze
but so, was the edict, I have done what I was made to do
let me be

while senseless idiots huff and puff in piffles and tattles
and dopes and halfwits galvanizes in irrationalities
where lesser beings lose their heads and hearts
and sensibilities becomes evasive illusions
with grievous envies ingrained in the mindless
Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.....

Be it not me from the sewers birthed
where the chaste masses smell the stench
unspoken they abide the nudge and the wink
of disgraced and shameless miscreants shadow boxing
in veiled mirth they indulge gain less buffoons in body politic  
eschewing bigotry prejudice ignorance and contrived devices
weaving camouflages' made in fools' delusional fabrics
weeping sores and diseased laden seeping gums
our unwashed Calvary are waging war
gutter revolutionaries of bacon lane
plying hogwash to flying pigs
rulers of bulls compost
bed fellows of their mothers
writing Cuban English in scribble
speaking English in Russian retrograde
hunting the Romanovs in Brick Lane and Petticoat Market
petite tools with tools petite hiding under mothers skirts with frenchies
Hail our witless gangs of cancellers who say they do heads in
they've been at it quite for score and decade
while we moon at village idiots and dim blockheads
who are looking for the man on the moon
apparently he's broken hearted and in pain
so says
those watching the big round moon

when solid truth accost their faces
leaving  vivid double pastings in pink
and firstly glowing the reddening of shamed burning cheeks
comes the white-washed sermon of the born poltroons
its the blushes made by the wintry winds on our pale complexions
they lie to themselves
as if we do not see the truckloads of insecurities
and body full of inadequacies
they carry around in plain sight
some wits laughs
that
that they probably blend in with the snow
and in hiding their vapid and vacuously depraved entities
conned the phrase
as pure as the driven snow
some things are not even worth dignifying with contempt
in my land I do not fight and steal from travellers
and blame my shamed burning faces on the winter cold
or invent tales about a greedy pig stealing food from my child
I have the abilities to earn or make
all I need without rancour or shame

It is of the ole school kind of way
no child of mine hangs out with the cowards and wastrels
call it tough love, call it what you like
but you were not born to sit in the camp of the faceless tools
the blunt axes who drink tears for wines
for as you come of age
you will stand uphill and own your mind
and when Sango shrieks his thunderous refrains
it will be to greet you not to frighten you
for it knows your forefathers from its shrine and it domain
just as you know the kind of blood
that flows through your veins
you are my son of my flesh
not a child of the lost in freedom mothers
begging love to deceive child and man
you are yours and your father's father's father
and in reasons, wisdom and harsh tones
we read you scripts and showed you ways
for you shape samplings
to grow even mighty oaks
so, call it tough love, call it what you like
we raised you to know who you are
the spirits of fortune will salute you
while grown little men weep and gnash their teeth

They say
he gives nothing away
and indeed
why should he
he lets them do all the
hard Labour
they are used to it
they were born into it
staying low is always easier
for them
its a gene thing

Hello Alexei Navalny
please accept my commiserations
its so sad that Putinised goons and murky Squads
have got you in the slammer again
they are definitely smarting from their Novichok failure
thank God for that for they want you permanently out of the way

my dear friend, I feel for you
for I too know what its like to speak against a corrupt system
and like you I have goons and the corrupt abusers of the system
after my blood
for daring to speak out against thieves and Welfare abusers
who steal from those who work
and then go on to take Welfare benefits
when they can work and should be working to earn their keep
like most others do

This outspoken statement was a cardinal sin
according to them
they declared I was an Elitist, a parasite and a capitalist leech
for daring to question their birth right to claim and steal and not work
after all they have all these immigrants to do all the boring jobs
their leftist ideology is to let everybody have all they want from the State
except the Entrepreneurs, the aspirants, the Bankers and Business owners and all members of the Aristocracies even if they are black

So Alexei my brave friend
you and I know how these corrupt loonies and psychos
while fooling the ordinary people are in it for themselves
we know they are liars, thieves, con artist and self serving crooks
pretending they are fighting for solidarity equality and freedom
the Putin mansion you just exposed is grander than the Tsars
Winter Palace, any surprise they want you dead
or me as poster boy to distract the masses from their lies
corruption, their secret murky businesses and ****** exploitations

they are giving me the whole stasis treatment down here
they said they have invalidated me, cancelled me out, erased me
thank God, they can't get hold of Novichok
otherwise, I will be sleeping with the fishes by now
as it is, its house arrest while they do all to push me over the edge
like you, I believe in honesty and truth
and don't mind dying for that  
I was so gladdened to see thousands protesting for you to be freed
I have nobody brave enough to stand by my side
they are too frightened
for if they dared, they would be bullied, harassed, intimidated
and cancelled and deprived of ***, beer and good old fish an chips
No, no, no, no as a frenemy said, that's not worth contemplating
No No No No
No can do, mate

I am on my own but glad to know you are not
God keep you my friend, God give you strength and abide with you
Stay Strong and Best wishes and don't drink any tea from them, lol

Your Fellow Dissident

Princeton Gerrmane

Its the 21st Century
In a sparkling local Hospital room
so, why would a starched professional elderly nurse
suddenly become Gonzo, or is it Animal
anyway you know, that mad drummer from the Muppets
yet there she is, twisting and turning
clashing silver lids of those pristine medical trays and bowls
creating a cacophony of dins and jarring metallic sounds
like her life depends on it

Yeah, I'll tell you why
but the story started yesterday
yours truly is on an evening walk
when I tripped on the pavement, and stagger, stagger, splat
arms flailing, remedial action impossible, man slammed on pavement
the knees took the blunt of the impact
I am crocked
limped home, knees swollen, two pain-killers, what the hell

Now it gets interesting
some may remember I am the targeted man
the smart *** who stood up to local criminals
bravely calling them out and refusing to pay protection extortion
the criminals had declared in return, we will hound you to death
character assassination, public humiliation, harassment and more
I had laughed in their odious faces, yeah! I was a mug
I was later to learn what being connected means

OK so you're now thinking
what has this got to do with our Gonzo or Animal Nurse
well. good thinking, I'll tell you what
because next day after the splat on pavement and knees mishap
I am in accident and emergency swollen knees and all
finally after a lot of knowing looks and procedural whatsnot'
I was escorted to this treatment room
and our prospective drummer soon arrived to attend to me

She asked me to take a seat
and then almost immediately started banging
the pots and pans
I watched transfixed as this modern professional person
morphed into an unruly child playing drums with mum's pans
she was at it with full gusto, slamming various medical pans
against eachother, all with an evil smirk on her face
I watched speechlessly, unable to comprehend the scene
when was the last time you saw a nurse on hippy crack

Eventually she stopped
I expected the whole annexe to come flooding in
but nobody appeared,
like I was Chapman of beloved Lennon, she stuck on plasters
flashed ***** looks at me, could barely bring herself to speak to me
finally she handed me two tablets and literally heaved me outdoors
now in the corridor another Nurse walked by
Mister she said, try not to drink till you fall over again, she said
hope your hang-over hasn't worsen, she added
and there laid the explanation for the percussion interlude

She was gone before I could reply
I don't drink, I actually don't like the taste of almost all *****
my fall was a total accident
but as I walked away it all come home to me
but wouldn't I have been reeking of *****, eyes glazed
or dulled eyes and looking worse for wear
yet there I was, bright eyed, well kempt, functioning ably
but the net-work of misinformation and disinformation
has been at work again

it was showering slightly as I limped to the bus-stop
I had experienced so much drawbacks and throwbacks from
character assassinations to even begin to mention
it has stopped amazing me that people will believe
whatever they choose to want to believe,
even without the slightest proof or evidence
and act accordingly
we are gullible, we are denser.....

Do come show me
the worry lines that's grooved
on my forehead
and point out the savage creases
of pain etched on my smooth face
show me the tears-stains
on my plummy cheeks
or the twisted rancour that rides
on my sensual firm lips
and if by chance
you can split my manly chest open
see if you find a heart in pieces
or rather a strong warm heart  
that purely sails tributaries and valleys
sinews and veins with the delightful vigour
of one that knows
its who you are inside
that counts
I have been to me and I'm pleased to meet me any day

and the crudes from Babylonians
armed with frying pans and potatoes peelers
in stupefied conglomerate
are in stoops to conquer rule and control
maddened in solidarity of nitwits
mouth in foot clasping their manuals of warfare
lies, bullying, harassments and intimidation
the coarse grained brains
march yonder in putrid malaise

from the craven cults of witless adorations
harnessed puppets with high jacked minds
play at at invading and hijacking a mind
vainly unaware of the odious irony
the strings they pull are attached to them
to look is not to register
to see is not to offer cognitive relevance
automotive infusions is for vacuous beings
fish and chips do not grow in a chippy farm

Ace of Spades always threatens the losing hands
while in genteel circles its a handshake
lets try again rings true sportsmanship
while spivs, guttersnipes, charlatans and barrow boys
upend tables in rowdy melee and dubious chicaneries
the ignorant offspring's of crude ignorant fathers
base legless creatures on silts stumbling in circuses
pockets dippers masters of distractions pulling wools
my contempt to your shame hanging vividly on white banners
give my disregard to the vaudevilles of the lost minds
do not count me as friend or foe........

Shoals of halfwits and semi-illiterates
submerged or lumpy in dense affray
all  seeing mists fog as they go gaga
hearing music in gaga-speak
meathead lyrics for dunces

befuddled minds see declaration
of intention in sound track fit
merely  ancomplement to ambience
but this was too sublime for drop-outs
vigilantes
and frenzied vacuous minds
ribald loonies only sees genitalia
that's all on their bonces

the bespoke thoughts of twisted minds
capricious heathens' translations goes awry
vigilantes hopping in meltdowns
to show uselessness is an inherent gene
a line begs give my byes to soul and romance
all the village ***** grasped was surrender
all they deduced was romance
ah.... the futility of the unwise
its not only in Wales that sheep roam
gambolling in vacant fettle
most are living in blocks
and they are clothed and shoed

Are they human or denser......

And some confirmed imbeciles
planted seeds in cement
and spend years months and days
throwing in more seeds
fertilisers and self made manure
raining water like crazy
convinced they are seeing growth
in their deluded asinine world
seeds do grow in concrete
cause they live in concrete jungles
some say they see small shoots
some say they see saplings
some swear they see a plantation grown
despite no greenery anywhere
we laughed from the beginning
we are still laughing
for blockheads are still planting
I DOUBT they know
they are mere court jesters
deployed as fools and clowns
oh but they do make us laugh
rather entertaining to see
a needless task
being done like their sorry lives
depends on it
But what lives
anyway?

Meghan, Duchess of Sussex states, I am the most trolled and hated woman on earth
Diane Abbott replied, have you seen below.....

The Black Prince intoned, did your receive your membership cards,
I've got mine.....its barred me from living!!

Diane Abbott alone received almost half of all the abusive tweets sent to female MPs , research by Amnesty International has revealed.

The shadow home secretary, comes under a relentless campaign of racist and sexist abuse The abuse directed at her amounted to 10 times as much as was received by any other female MP, according to the Amnesty study.

Amnesty researchers found Abbott received 45% of all abusive tweets sent to female MPs. In the previous six months, she received just under a third of all abuse sent to the same group.

The report, authored by Amnesty technology and human rights researcher Azmina Dhrodia, looked at a sample of 900,223 tweets between 1 January and 8 June, drawn from social media analysis tool Crimson Hexagon.

However, deleted tweets or those whose accounts had been suspended could not be counted, which Dhrodia said could indicate the true scale of abuse was higher than could be accurately recorded.

Black and Asian female MPs received 35% more abusive tweets than their white colleagues, even when Abbott was excluded from the total, the research found.

Of the 140,000 tweets mentioning the shadow home secretary’s Twitter handle, @HackneyAbbott, one in 20 were classified as abusive. During the six months the tweets were monitored, Abbott received more abuse than all female MPs from the Conservative and Scottish National parties combined.

Abbott told the study her experience as an MP had gone from receiving one racist letter a week to hundreds every day, including letters covered in swastikas and pictures of monkeys and chimpanzees. “It’s the volume of it which makes it so debilitating, so corrosive, and so upsetting. It’s the sheer volume. And the sheer level of hatred that people are showing,” she told researchers.

Abbott said she was “not entirely surprised” she was the main target for abuse but added it was “sickening to see it in figures”.

“It’s highly racialised and it’s also gendered because people talk about **** and they talk about my physical appearance in a way they wouldn’t talk about a man. I’m abused as a female politician and I’m abused as a black politician.”

Asian women received the most abuse, despite making up just under 9% of female MPs in Westminster, with an average of 132 abusive tweets per MP, 30% higher than white women.

Former SNP MP Tasmina Ahmed-Sheikh, who lost her seat at the June election, told the report the abuse had made her family question why she was putting herself in the spotlight. “Internally, it hurts a lot. It really, really hurts a lot. It’s personal,” she said.

https://youtu.be/k4jR9P9YJGo

I am amazingly magical
I can make you see stars with my magical
telescope
that can reach far deep into soft clouds
or retract to fit just right
to make you see
what's on cloud nine
its always ready for use
hard steel long and sleekly shiny in black chrome
and never ages or show sign of wear
a lot will die to own one like this
in fact dumbos  amateurs astronomers
hate me ferociously for owning
this amazing  machine

Well, the money to fix comes free from them
what's the big deal

And the Slave Traders said to the captured slave
you are a parasite
going to our Country
to sponge on our cotton and sugar fields
and make us spend our money fot the chains
round your neck and ankle
I should kneel on your neck and choke you to death
but you parasite will expect me
to pay for your coffin

One of the Little Mixes
a successful multi-millionaire
quit the group
I said oh why do that
she replied, for the sake of my mental health
those godforsaken trolls are evil and wickedly cruel
ok I said, I can appreciate your decision
but do you know, I said,
I am on first names terms with all my trolls
once you get to know them
they just sweet pathetic cripples
unhappy, insecure, inadequate, ugly
deprived and untalented.
I feed them regularly now
that makes them happy and brightens their darkness a bit
gives some meaning to their angst ridden lives
now we are pals
and they work tirelessly and unpaid for me
Little Mix runaway shook her pretty head
what are you made of, she asked
oh, I just have a knack of selfless understanding
and it helps to be Royal
that just leaves them totally raving stupefied
and absolutely derange-ly incentivised
they love hard Labour

I just laugh internally
thinking
what would they have done
if they had something factual and concrete
to work with
but I already know
even then
I would still laugh in their faces
contemptibles in the west
can be so comedic
and hilarious

Royals call the plebs
heads and hands
because all the see of plebs
are their bobbing heads and outstretched hands
all the other parts fades into continuity
leaving not the slightest memory
a welcomed hazard of the trade
little is registered
except the length of the line-up
and bad teeth

He talked back too
and they did nail him
for you must know in the frosted souls
they are goddesses who make and unmake
fluffy cloudy serpentine tongues they control all
the handy men obeys or the gates swing shut to oats
cats power in paradise lost maids of satan have powdered faces
can steal from you and turn your own into your enemy in a jiffy
and the prize cherished are those real men of colour with aces ******
with wealth and fame at the doors they hoover in and sing love songs
but ignore wanton pale thighs or dare own wisdom you are cancelled
the pearls of the Devils who spawns and drinks the blood of others
the mothers who signs sisterhood and yet so destroys another
mother's son cause his skin is darker and he owns a mind
in the soft bosoms of creation lies the craven cobra
spitting venom and bleeding blood in and out
dare not talk back if you are un-paled
refuse to mate and unleash hell
its arrogance to refuse queens
in whiter shades of pales
the world rests on
their tongues
goddesses
who hate
ebony

truth possesses no iota of doubts
striking reasoning hotly they flee in raw
gutting lacerations
the Crudités Platters in biting vinegar
are uncaged
bearing chained bludgeons to sour palette
crude uncouth smashing down
riveting tasteful
as the masked dunces reads seventeen
but views a hundred and
eighty-nine stars
exposing the hereditary senseless of the
craven luddites
broken minds in broken spree spreading
satin sheets over the Pacific
to walk to freedom
hahaha hahaha hahaha lets laugh in empathy
they know no better
except the gleaming porcelain tiles on the floor
they were made
and on which they crawl
the poltroon soldiers of the blind platoons
of new age mice in rat-race race war

He talked back too
and they did nail him
for you must know in the frosted souls
they are goddesses who make and unmake
fluffy cloudy serpentine tongues they control all
the handy men obeys or the gates swing shut to oats
cats power in paradise lost maids of satan have powdered faces
can steal from you and turn your own into your enemy in a jiffy
and the prize cherished are those real men of colour with aces ******
with wealth and fame at the doors they hoover in and sing love songs
but ignore wanton pale thighs or dare own wisdom you are cancelled
the pearls of the Devils who spawns and drinks the blood of others
the mothers who signs sisterhood and yet so destroys another
mother's son cause his skin is darker and he owns a mind
in the soft bosoms of creation lies the craven cobra
spitting venom and bleeding blood in and out
dare not talk back if you are un-paled
refuse to mate and unleash hell
its arrogance to refuse queens
in whiter shades of pales
the world rests on
their tongues
goddesses
who hate
ebony

The lilies will dance all night
the thimbles not quite so much
for thimble do get tired and the strength
moreover they have errands to run
they've got to go pick on a niga
its the cancel culture in acute action
on the contract to cancel and check
check this, check that, check it all around
check that crow, check that Raven
no oats for mating is not allowed
and how they talk of love and write of love
the cold blooded kind of love
in and out thank you ma'am
exploded in ninety seconds that's the limit
got things to do, got things to distract us
get a crow and clip its wings
that better fun than dancing around
its the Leninist manifesto for us
we've got the gifts that keeps on giving
we are the tops in Europe, we are super
come join the party and our revolution
come love and have fun but not that one
we have cancel him out without reprieve
but you know what mates
I do not miss being disallowed at your party
I ain't crying hurting or pining
hurray to the great unwashed
hurray to the slimes with gifts
but no thank you

Without the slightest knowledge of Diplomacy
the pygmies are still playing with Colouring Books
and crayoning the sun blue and leaves yellow
all outside the margins, of course
this looks right, so real, they declared
but we can't paint in white
nothing is white, its just nothing

the twisted minds twists best
its their nature...........

I appointed him
it was not his choice
Its by Divine Ordination
its by Gracious Divine Appointment
So
If you have any complaints however
or
Its bothers you to maddening extent
please
send your emails and complaints
to the Greatest Man Above
please mind your language
your grammar and spelling mistakes
are excusable
but those with English as your first
language
will not be pardoned
cause we are fed up with your ignorance
and stupidity
Even The Greatest Man says something's
are unforgivable
And He's marked you down as habitual
trouble makers
Always acting above your station
thinking you're gods and goddesses
The pandemic has taught you nothing
the rest of Europe has now locked their doors
to you
forty Nations know you're slimy disease carriers
Retribution is coming
Winter is coming
Your heartless cold blood will run colder
Its by Divine ordination

At the least I am not the ghost writers
preoccupied in arid pollution
wangling the biography of one we know nowt
in devoted homage to buttress all our depravities

At least I am not the indentured servants
showing like a gratified Kapos
the coerced slaves mindless of choices or free wills
used to rake smoke and breathe in pungent acidity

At least I am not the Scaramouches
fed with fables and lies unfounded
tasked with perversions to display as useful fools
the heroes of the chicken pen and ***** of the walk only

At the least I am not the renowned thimbles
begging for redemption in obedience
proving our masculinities in showy chest-puffs
posing in thuggery attesting the villainy of Sherwood forest

At least I am the edifice to the man
who walk the walk and talk the talk
staunch in the storms because truth endures
and who in all ways stands for all you can never be

for classic mind body and soul of the renaissance being
is as far from you and yours as conscience
love and humanity was to your slave trading ancestries
and some will rather die than represent slaves or victims to you
as those stolen honourable free men and women who jumped overboard did....

yelp yelp yelp
stray Scotties dogs yelping
no saveloys to steal and the redundant peeping toms
are stationed as red coats
why just take an arm and a leg
or too fat for your crooked teeth
come do your worse
or are your psyches tiring
or do you think
m o b
stands for
mentalist oafs buggered
or is that just your favourite pastime

Starving and locked in Disturbia
cream millipedes crying in unreached wants
in the know their legacies are only curses and hate
little minds little expected but frenzied
dichotomy of invalidation
belching arid stench of unwashed limitations
verbose trenchers trapped in mud
no-wherers going nowhere  
stuck in forced labour with imprisoned minds
the gang of bleachers stranded on stained hopes
the orderlies of now and tomorrow
dare say go grow a pair
but know they cannot manage thus
its easier to moan and blame and choke in envy
and let those without birth rights take the strain
in soft floppy clouds lays soft brains in soft heads
can't make it in or keep it up
for they are
starving and locked in Disturbia

he is a lover of the human race
any stranger always a friend yet to know
a ready smile a kind word
ready to help if he could
wishing no harm on anyone
but with it all
know this to be true and binding
if he ever loses respect for anyone
though there's always a slack given in peace and tolerance
but when that line is crossed
where even the basic mode of respect is unfathomable
for as humans we all owe it to ourselves
as the highest animal made in the image of our noble Creator
to uphold ourselves to certain standard
for mere civility cost the littlest of means and efforts
so when stupidity. crude, insensitive, uncouth or uncivility
appear hand in jaw with unreasoning, inconsideration and foulness
are geared towards another human or even to selves
then what differentiate us humans to donkeys or goats
to such as these
he looses respect, he looses respect, he looses respect
Its not about calling each others sirs, madam, or bow and scrape
its about lets be human with human ideals
so know when respect is lost
who gives a jot or even cares about the lesser human
what impact or influences are garnered from a donkey
apart from pity
or a simple mental dismissal
how can those who do not respect themselves
matter to me
I am human
not an ***......

Quality
repeat...Quality
why does it set your pearly whites on edge
try charcoal tooth paste
it has a stronger and more defining glaze
now try again
Quality
say it again
Quality
yes, it galls in your throats
makes you bitter
Quality
not a word you're familiar with
why does it leave you in a black mood
that you cannot shake off
I don't see the problem
try again
Quality

I see lots of lonely people
looking to belong and grasp validation
in a lonely city with no promises
amongst fellow debris and the liked misshapen

I see milling fixed minds galore
where rationality is too arduous to befriend
and solace fares in futilities as real
all on point to do as told and never question why

I see them dreamers of lost dreams in now
throwing dismayed spittle and retching dark spite
to find comfort in pained remembrance
choking in shared tableau of miseries and guilty as sins in chapeau

I see bible pushers hiding in sins
playing Caesar's games and licking onto Caesar
to sell themselves for devils rewards
and harbour waste and deceits in their brother's stained coat

I see the pretenders singing gospels
and concocted choristers baying refrains inglorious
in saturation and salutations to the gate keepers
who see sacrilege in finery of a lions mane but money in ivories

I see the underbelly of corrupted slaves
brooding in the markets of lesser choices for survival
and earn ***** lucre and a place on board
for in the forests of concrete jungle no one is brothers keeper

I see a lot of sad and forsaken souls
under control hanging in fear and terror of white lights
a million secrets hidden by distractions
anything and anyways to keep on breathing unseen and unknown

I see all of them and they see me
I am not of them neither they of me for its a tale of two cities
and the drama is not that black and white
rather the disingenuity of thieves in disingenuous politics

They must have been smarter
in those yon days of olde
when kings actually ride into battles
to fight alongside his soldiers
and some got killed
like Richard the third
These days of plans and plenty
the kings stays up in their castles
and sends the humble troops
to fight and get maimed and killed
afterwards His Royalty
comes down
and hands out Medals
and says
the troops are honoured braves
who fought for king and country
someone please tell us
who is laughing and dining on silverwares
and who are  in wheelchairs
living of Army Disability pensions

In another tropical part of the world
royal or not go out there with the others
fight as we fight
and go work and earn as we all do
so we have royal doctors and lawyers
royals who have no fear of getting their hands *****
royals equally at home with princes
and paupers
Now that's democracy
and why some royals will look bullies in the eye
and say
I dare you, stinking cowards
come outside and lets see what you're made off
you *******....

In fettered adoration
and respect to his unique importance
they devote time and energy to scribble poems
about the man
but he wonders as he excuses the spelling errors
and grammatical suicides
who writes poems about them
who notices the hordes of mediocre and nonentities
where are the fans for the common folks
who toil and grieve in meagre tides
unnoticed insignificant untalented and hapless
nobody takes the trouble to glorify the unworthy
with sublime tributes hidden in couched terms
to hide their admirations and adoration
the modest man who is the focus of their glorifications
merely feel pity
that not all fingers are equal
and some will always pay homage
in anyway they could
for those with less will always acknowledge those with more
and write poetry about more
not less
not those with nothing to write home about

The wise will say
He that lives in a haunted house
and sees ghosts every day
morning noon and night
will after a short while
loose his fear of ghosts
and will eventually
stop seeing them
only a mad fool
feels pain from
a wound
unseen
and
unfelt

Come join the grape-vine of the lampooned miscreants
come nail your standard-less rags to the mast
come yodel fraternity on the decks of shame and corruption
dance a shanty at the ball of unused opportunities

Come garrotte the dawn of enlightenment and it in dire mud
come in hand with the magicians of the mad
come with unschooled scholars and woo us with scripted turds
come display sorrows of magpies and red robins

Come with the blinded majority led by the pipe piper of muck
come show the detriment of unabated ignorance
come point scavenging fingers at faultless and call it solidarity
come lay your blame and hide your shame in the mob