They were trading places
to find the nirvana of the poor houses
but they traded themselves by batter
for promised alchemy's gold
garlanded on the bee's knee as they wait
to hitch a ride on the red flying elephant

it is the time of absurdities
when the brain dead earn their keep
and line down to jump over the moon
and harvest cheese from cheese trees

ask me not to explain
I was never part of their moon dance
but do remember
they are trading places to find their nirvana
but they all lost their heads
under the red rising sun

Amazing passions
comes from amazing mind

pales linger in vituperative holes
cold and webs stricken

hawk their rancour for a sweep
the venom bleeds

what price for a deep long dig
the ecstasies of a flood

and in their driven vistas all seen
stunted limp oiks and hicks

barely enough for a squirm and a lick
to leave hot annoyance

behead he that finds the spotted mark
and does ravish the honey

besmirch the cavalier and his trusted dagger
he sickens us by absence

thou knowest amazing trysts
comes from amazing mind and amazing passions

To cut into my mind
and bleed my blue blood
you will need a tungsten dagger
hilt orbed and jewelled
expertly and intricately crafted
by none other but me
Alas, to your pain and chagrin
your wounds and woes
and the irresistible hot flutters
inflaming thine fixations
That scared anointed bejeweled
tungsten dagger
be told and inspired by Olodumare
and made regally by me
is ordained by the Host of the Highest
never to cut wound or maim
its illustrious and deserving maker
there is none other
like me

I empathise
going into their heads
and imagining how it feels
waking up to  half-baked chipolatas
every morning and knowing its there forever
Heck, man that's a big deal about such a small thing

Ya, were it me I would forever feel disadvantage too
as it is, any trace of sadness disappear swiftly
no self-pity for I wake to a banger
hot sizzling fulsome ready to go
so I understand their angsts
always a letdown

In order to break his spirit
in order to break him down as a man
in order to emasculate him
in order to show dominance against him
it was a way primarily
of cutting down he who is unbowed
confident and excels
in other words it was a matter of power
and control and *******

In fantastical smoke and haze
they pitch them against each other
lit fuses
poured petrol on fire
and sat back
to watch their entertainment

No, you don't see him
in jeans and jumper
he swaggers in designer clobbers
gold chain and expensive watch
smelling like Harrods

No, you don't see him
in the pubs
nor with mates downing pints
he rolls around in a limousine
with glowing cheeks

No, you don't see him
hanging with us
he talks posh and think he's 'it'
with a pretty wife dainty and slim
perched in louboutin

No you don't see him
on the rob
he's a prince don't you know
with a mind and scholastic laurels
and promises to go far

No, you don't see him anymore
we got out the conspirators
who slandered and demonized him
us underground racists bucked him
in modern enterprising fashion
No fine N---er allowed
Checkmate


https://youtu.be/MWigLcAkZCI

Boneheads are boneheads because they are boneheads
the woo woo ghosts faffing regular as clockwork
whimsical dunces unaware familiarity breeds contempt
pawns are pawns because they are expendable
whom in limited spots not much is gainly or expected
but crude ham-****** debacles of incontinent duds
dolts have been cracking and wearing out from eighty five
contemptible on mobsters service in asinine patrol
the laughable visibility of lower caste in same-ol' same ol'
the ghosts have maxed out woo woo into a whimper
bores never know they are boring same as haunting ghosts

The divisive dividers are frothing their froths

in decisive dichotomies  they ladle  the broth

in paddle for the muddle and regressing forth

the arrogance of the ignorant wraiths' wraths

hubris of vacuous ivories stating twaddle and puff

roasted snowflakes wackos desperate and in huffs

aggrandised dimwits shadow-boxing with their doubts

Do not ask me why
what can I say when its all well known
a clung in the tepid furnace
a shudder and a yelp
and down the milky way
one thing for sure I can tell
after sixty seconds minimised and uncut
it sure leaves a lot of time
to rake and twist
**** poke and roll
and throw stones from our glass houses
never measured up we know
gotta find a release after the release
its maddening for we just do not have
the rhythm within nor the moves
we create distractions to distract us
roll over Beethoven

Intent, clearly a results of incompetence
Content, a misnomer, obviously irrelevant
Wrong Delivery
Not applicable at this end
Return to Sender
Wasted transaction
Next......

And so
as millions of other right thinking people
I am so privileged

Privileged enough to gather my wits and
know you have to study hard for a professional career

Privileged enough to aspire, face challenges
and make sacrifices and forego some comforts to attain my goals

Privileged enough to respect myself and
strive for personal and financial independence unburdened to no one

Privileged enough to chose sensible choices
and reject any criminality, unhealthy influences or bad companies

Privileged enough to appreciate that to be responsible
and respected means eschewing responsible and respectable deeds

Privileged enough to learn, listen and seek wise
counsel and guidance when necessary for no one knows all things

Privileged enough to cultivate good manners
kindness, understanding, consideration for other fellow humans

Privileged enough to always seek and radiate positivity
for goodness begets goodness and gratitude is self-affirming

Privileged enough to grow a personality that is warm
embracing, caring, honest, generous, sensible, intelligent and brave

Privileged enough to be able to stand up for myself
be assertive when required and courageous enough to meet challenges

So when common criminals and racist dysfunctional gangsters vowed to me, because I dared to stand up to them, that, they would
"make the rest of my life unbearably difficult and a living hell "
because I come from a privileged background

I had the privilege of knowing that these ignorant prejudiced narcissists, raving psychopaths and their two-bit leftist militant
ideologues, as expected lacking sensibilities or pragmatism,
definitely do not even know
WHAT PRIVILEGE MEANS

But then  dear people, I forgot, they have WHITE PRIVILEGE
They can do as they please....The world is their rotten oyster....



https://youtu.be/Qf0vf6eV6JE

Mont Blanc smirks, 'I am supreme'
I stand tall and dominate all
white peaks resplendent
and rule all before me
for eons memorial
but sages see
the stagnate debris
of darkness and molten lava
the hubris of satan now solidify
in fossilised glory its peaked condemned
imperious magma bedevilled in frosted hell
now nature's furious
the entrenched usurper reviled
the rucks of ages ****** provocateurs
is on bended knees to the light and radiance
ice caps yanked off in melting penance to bow
the terror of old now child's play to all and sundry
Mont Blanc's crumbles sagging in delusions of heady days
rooted in frozen embers fogged out, it smirks, 'I am supreme'
but a soulless edifice trampled gouged and triumphed by millions

And so in redundant wisdom
we quite nonsensically believe
that those with leadership acumen
and proven intelligence and intellects
are actually receptive to doubts and distortions
especially those originating from semi-illiterates
certified simpletons, malicious malcontents, philistines
and Messrs and Misses Angry Losers in the basements
we so inanely believe we have write or speak to skull technics
that we influence the attitudes, decisions and actions of smarties
that we spend our most time sending out doubts and crazy tips
and as far as we are concerned we are the actual rulers
we are the movers and shakers and we do it all remotely
to show you we are making you read this by remote control
see...later we will make you eat dinner
simply by writing a poem about food
did I hear you say 'yeah' drily over there
who are you, do you think you're royalty
don't you know we rule all the royals
by remote control
yeah...!! right....!!
send in the clowns

you would think rulers of clone and fantasies
would forego their tanning the bleached
to satiate their narcissistic desires
in impressment and besieged
of black crown signifiers
and in minds diseased
turn envious criers
thieves peeved
now fryers
bacons in the sun
lummoxes and wraiths
in remote control to use a pun
the the flying monkeys are the slaves
in malaise the blanched are having fun
come join war of illusions et delusions for lames
mad dogs and you know who go out in the midday sun
and our republican new world revolution is our only call to fame

I was reading the Classics
while your fathers were in the pubs
solving all the world's problems after five pints
and some pork scratching

you chips of these blockheads
victims of your gene pool and station
whilst I can reference from Homer to Socrates
you're stuffing chips

dunces knows nowt bout masculinity
cept the toxic masculinity of your forebears
go beg your betters to read If by R Kipling to you
and see what being a man means

your crude boorish views disgraces you
witless contemplations defines your background
the State and Welfare can nurse you from cradle to grave
but Sense and Sensibility knows you not


https://youtu.be/sSSqc1qG238

But aggrieved
you will have to see
he that surpasses you
morally intellectually and spiritually as merely existing
for your fork tongue
glibly murdering truths
and distorting visage
is the panacea for escaping your sham lives and fractured souls
the joys of innocence
is unknown to the guilty
as brilliant luminosity
drives darkness to shadows
where the lame and losers party and jive to jazz improvisations
behold they are lippy
living their best lives
lost in whimsical fantastic
knowing all of nothing
the Aggrieved are living their best lives they are not merely existing

If 'street smart' is a thing
there would be no one in jails

The thing is 'street stupidity' lit up in neon dimness

its all hard labour for little rewards
by little minds

Go figure....but what's the point
we already know you can't

at your level two plus two
can be five six seven or eight
it all depends on what mood you're in
and what lies you're telling yourselves
that day

Hahaha hahaha
they keep them down to stay up
oh common salts oh labourers
oh you you you and you
just do as we tell you
you are the pawns
you are cannon fodders

we will magic you all
create divisions and distractions
we will grace you with delusions and illusions
we will feed you lies
distortion amid misinformation
make you fight yourselves
as we line our pockets

hahahaha look at that one
he is greedy so go get him
he is taking your birthright
so call the nihilists and make his life hell
go show people power and red democracy
so do as we tell you because we own you
you have no will of your own

we are the leaders
and we cream from the top
the salts will never learn so let them
heckle and bay from the shop floor
lets keep on fooling and brainwashing them
they are too stupid and easy to manipulate
we just make them look the wrong way
as we fill our boots
yes comrades go fight one small black man
its your revolution salts
hahaha






LOSING THE PLOT Sir Keir Starmer hid secret land ownership from Commons chiefs for eight years

SIR Keir Starmer hid a secret land ownership worth tens of thousands of pounds from Commons chiefs for eight years.

The Labour leader was finally forced to admit he was the true owner of a seven-acre field in Oxted, Surrey, during a probe by the Commons Standards Commissioner.

Sir Keir has now had to apologise for not revealing the plot — purchased for his poorly mum to graze donkeys — was held in his name.

Sir Keir acquired the land in 1996 when he was a well-heeled lawyer, and claimed he had “gifted” it to his late parents.

But his name was on the title deeds — and he is now in the process of flogging it.

Last night a Labour Party spokesman said: “Keir was unaware the field’s value had increased above the declarable limit.

I **** them to nonsensical rhymes
and stir them to reveal the cesspits of their thoughts
I shake them into frenzied delusions
and rent-free I park in their shallowness and laugh
I rake their depraved commonness
and make the sane see their sick putrid underbellies
I remind them of their chains
and how theirs is to always be jealous and envious
I see their lacking's in so many ways
and I tickle their catastrophe and make jest of jesters
like a little glowy sublime Prince
I **** unison of malcontents simpletons and loonies
into imaging a war of the roses
twentieth century dunces fighting one blameless moor
for their commonwealth birthrights
I see when the minds are dumb history reveals not the joke

Disgraced and shamed thieves
exposed incandescent and vengeful
imperialkarenism to the rescue
whitewashing criminals
stained opaque in black out
majority carries the vote
serpents' corruption beyond Eden
Karens and Darrens are playing gods

Ahh.....there there victims
why are you throwing tantrums
poor things,
look, you are flinging your bangles out of your cheap prams
yelling and moaning like the indulgent runts you all are
Is it because
you all have no titles
Is it because you feel so inferior cause you're born
on the wrong side of town
Is it because mama and papa never have enough for luxuries
and you get free milk and free school dinners
Or perhaps, you're mad and angry because papa left you nufink
and the posh boys laugh at you because you're *****
and you smell

Ahh.....there there victims
your madness and anger tell your story
poor little things
look how you struggle in the struggles all red-faced and enraged
spitting fire and brimstones as your inferiority complexes burn
and naked hatred consumes you
you hate yourselves, you hate your world, you hate those that have
you blame the rich and successful
you dream of eating the rich to save the poor
as they tell you, you have nothing to loose but your chains
but you've already lost your heads, minds and inheritances
and ignorance and naked hate are your cold lovers
so go f--k them as they in turn, f--k you up good
you are all victims in crazed passion
Ahh.....there there victims

Frenzied
hungry
.
,
,
bait.....

A million nonsense stirs nothing but a contemptible guffaw
and a quick blank out
but it does show a pervasive sickness dancing in mass hysteria
the common kind
that intoxicate the commoners miraging relevance in irrelevances
the dance of hens
aping the mating peacocks and unfurling fantasy colourful plumes
they have none as have-nots'
but what cost a vivid starved imagination and killer moans to boot
still it moves nothing
but an exit to go start again and come back to kiss my fine  derrière

It is their entitlements to be spoon-fed
indoctrinated and sign posted
in the nanny State

so they colour by numbers and learn by
recitation of prepared texts
in comprehensives

crib sheets minds with low expectations
just do as told and join the dots
no worries no pressure

refined thoughts and critical appraisals
is not for you or your peers
life is too short

follow the crowd and walk in red unison
stick to your roots and scripts in the pen
gambol as you like dear sheep

in your salted chains you own nothing
neither your minds or thoughts
we tell how to do or feel
we made your heads
the common way

Haiku

The dumb
only know
as misunderstood

How in vivid ignorance
betwixt dim cloudy interpretations
would we ever know
that my bee flowers gallantry in my mind
for to place away from the hive
knowing the disturbia and stings of havoc and chaos
will not reach that too fragile to cope
I can stand formidable
bred and able to face the thrusts and cuts of fate
and shout back at the thunder
as I wave the rains back to the clouds
in the fine knowledge none but I will meet dragons
and brave the wicked flames of knaves and philistines
my bee shall fly free on tender wings
live again to gather honey
in bare truth I have loved and protected to the last
and that look in my eyes
is chivalry and gallantry and the courage of those able to claim
I am a man that keeps his promise
my blood before yours

From the Queen to the Princes
from the Prime Minister to the rich Authors
from the distinguished Sportsters to the Winners
from the very famous and rich to the shinning talents
in fact anybody Notable Successful or extremely talented
they all get it in spades from the anodyne demented bullying trolls
you are nobody
if you do not have spite dribbling eyes rolling rank haters
frazzling and frothing with their branded type hate
and their asinine delusions and nastiness being
puked at the gloss and glorious of Talents
its the rants and vents of the wretched
its confirmation of your Grace
they know they are chaffs
mere cannon fodders
trash and husks
the debris
dross

He was a quiet gentle man
not known to swarm around with friends
these types are usually pampered softies
the thieves and their street gang posse thought
once we put the squeeze on him he will soon scamper
no big deal, we'll sort him out sharpish

so Chris the mother crook said
we are going to put nits in your head
Joanne the mad daughter said
we will bug your head
even the wife warned
they are going to do your head in

then the thugs and hooligans said
we are going to drive you paranoid
now if they were smart they should
have stayed shtum and retain the element of surprise
but hey, to them this was going to be short
sure the man can last a year

what a joke semi-illiterate playing trick or treat
gas-lighting by simpletons and dolts
bulky laden transparent grape-vines
inane crude antics by boring twarts
countless nonsenses by nonsensical dross
so contemptible as to be laughable

what's there to be paranoid about
I've not stolen nothing nor harmed anyone
I can stand up to close scrutiny and I do
the lies smears and slanders are lies smears and slander
I can look anyone dead straight in the eyes
and let the maddened crowd craw and make their dramas
I am still here and my head is not done in

So he's blind because he's not wearing his reading glasses
and misheard instructions
and without glasses  he read the charts
he had mentioned his left eye was aching and felt heavy
an it hurt to see through it that evening
I suppose that makes him blind
everything is a write-off
after all he is a horse, a wild mustang
isn't he
and he couldn't read the chart because he's uneducated

The latest craze has lasted from the mid eighties
now alas, they have gone totally ga ga
when you are shallow
its nothing to do with poker face
its sour candy craving the edge of glory
but they are born this way to be mere government hookers
a million reasons is not enough
so always remember us this way
and dance in your perfect illusion and like paparazzi
come rain on me
a star is born and don't do stupid love
call out the fame monster
I am
The Top Gun Maverick
and you've all gone Ga Ga in chiromatica
I am the regal black in your black obsession

Please please please do not stop them
they are the privilege people of Ivy and Ivory
they have been enjoying their privileges
from Cain to today

They have the privilege to maraud
to **** loot plunder and spill blood anywhere
privilege to tear apart regions and nations
in all parts of earth

They have the privilege to steal
take four hundred million people and work them
privilege to make laws and break laws
to twist and turn as they like

Please please please understand
they have the privilege to terrorise and intimidate
to bully harass slander erase and discredit
for narcissism and sadism is a right

Please please please do not stop them
for without their privileges we will see they are ghosts
empty and devoid of spirit minds hearts and soul
with regressive genes that craves blood
and they will self-destruct

without their privileges they will see themselves
as they really are and their deep pockets full of shame
and they will see all they have comes from others
and they are vacant entities with no graces
but a desire to destroy in their
profound nothingness

Hurray, hurray haha ha
he escaped...!
He jumped high over the **** red wall
imprinted with our values of education hardwork and aspiration
He jumped so high over the **** red wall
leaving the Loonies and Militants and the Pointy hats
quacking in their boover boots and roasting in hate dilly dally
He didn't go to live amongst them thinking I am like them
no siree! if you lay with dogs you get fleas
He didn't live next door to ****** alcoholic house burglar
with a narcissistic demented wife and wanton under aged
pregnant daughters, milking Welfare
Krishna forbid, water and oil do not mix
He did not go pick a wife amongst them thinking he could
make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
and real love conquers all
No siree! you will end up being dragged down and be misunderstood
maligned, betrayed and abandoned
A tiger does not change spots, my dear fellow
Stick to your type that's bred with honour, grace and composure
knows all about loyalty commitment, responsibility, aspiration
and social status...remember mothers are invariably always right
and fruits do not fall far from their trees!
He was smart, from the get-go
there before you are the results
The Red wall is made by malcontents and raving loonies
you can kick it aside like withered bramble
or jump so high over it no matter how high it is
you just have to make the right smart choices
and if you have to join a party, pick the one that reflects you
I picked the working people party cause I was a worker
and was raised that hard work pays dividends
I thought meritocracy meant I had to be down with the
masses and just work hard, be fair, kind, considerate and law-abiding, and things will be okay
I was wrong...in hard labour the red wall was waiting......


https://youtu.be/SQTTvehFi5w

I seek no salvation
they have taken their pint of blood
and the  legs and arms they craved
its vengeance they say
a war on greed
because a bare-faced thieve says so
so a decent law-abiding family is torn apart
a productive career ruined
an unstained reputation destroyed
they say its revolution
they say its democracy
this is Red politics reigning at its best
the politics of lies, smears, intimidation and harassments
of wrongs being right and right being wrong
the politics of injustice, of ***** con tricks, of nihilism
of racism dressed up in tuxedo black ties and evening gowns
Please feel proud
this is People Power red style
Yes! 'You can fool some of the people all of the time,
and all of the people some of the time,
but you can not fool all of the people all of the time...







LABOUR under Jeremy Corbyn was riven by civil war and treated anti-Semitism as a ‘factional weapon’, a damning review says.

Racism and sexism were rife and the party was in such a state the UK had no effective opposition.

The two main factions diverted campaign cash from, and briefed against, one another.

Barrister Martin Forde arrived at the conclusions after he was brought in to probe the leak of an anti-Semitism dossier.

He found a “wealth of evidence” of a “perceived widespread ­existence of discriminatory behaviours, based on religion, race, gender and ****** orientation”.

He said “deep-rooted factionalism” rendered Labour unable to ­participate constructively in the UK’s democratic process.

He said both wings seized on anti-Semitism allegations to attack the other rather than confront the “profoundly serious issue”.

Some Corbyn opponents saw it as a way to attack him, the report said, and moderates loathed him so much they diverted campaign resources in 2017 to help anti-Corbyn MPs keep their seats.

A Labour Party spokeswoman said: “The Forde Report details a party that was out of control.

When the core is formidable and centred
and radiates in positive glow
what fears the livened spirit in tempest foul
or the ravages of  sop barbarians
whilst the weak and dense posture inanely
seeking recourse in peacocks swirls
smearing and mudslinging in fore resorts
of cowards and belly crawlers
As David we stand head and shoulders above
tis not of vacuous brawn
but the princely orator who voiced the words
and vividly stride the strides
we are worthy of who we are in light or dark
my name maketh me not
manner maketh man and I maketh my name
I am my centre that holds
and will till ever know who and what I am
in rancour and frothing bile
in heated envy and jealousy
in demeaning soiled pettiness
in jaw clenching perturbance
in immature cantankerous haze
in the blinding fury of simpletons
in the galling acidic stupors of fools
you you and you know who and what I am...too

How quaint the sour words of malice
to the Lilithian spawns
how cloying  the lime of the serpents
on blanched furry tongues
how infectious the bile of spiteful sirens
in fermented malaise
its the forum of the lily living carcasses
of the disfigured cravens
where in twisted verbosity heinous lies
are born to recoil diseased
and reinvest in bleeding red curse the linages
that cry and gnash in darkness
how fitting the penance of wickedness bears
the poisoned berries and fruits
that will ominously grace the banquets awaiting
to welcome your sold futures

He was laughing as he thought
now they'll be searching furiously
snipping and pasting all the coloured faces
they can find
to make fake profiles
elementary, my dear Watson
we are talking comprehensive dopes, here
low expectations does breed asinine manifestations
fancy some fish and chips, Mr Holmes?

Ugly thoughts comes from the ugly minds of ugly people
who see beauty all around and know they are not one
they hate themselves as much as they hate the beautiful
its sad for them and a sad fact of the beautiful world we live in
had they known its possible to be beautiful in mind heart and soul
and those that are soon see how attractive they are to others
perhaps the ugly ones with ugly minds and ugly thoughts
would genuinely know that beauty is only skin deep
and its how kind caring considerate positive and loving you are
that really means something enriching fulfilling and worthy
and in that honesty comes an inner glow that glistens and shines
with an unperturbed vibe that resonates lyrical calmness

And that puerile drivel
that has taken at least an hour
out of a mediocre ant's life
is supposed to be a gem
in the minds' game theory
of our prolific illiterates

any wonder why any day now
Bombay and Calcutta and Delhi
will all be celebrating
our own now sits to laude over
where Raj from eons sat
an in lily grace drained all ponds

Brownies have long left Akela
they are all making millions
and issuing permits to benefits
taxi drivers have Lolitas for snacks
our home grown ***** play chess
mindlessly in mind of mind games

lame brains in fools paradise
knows all about envy and jealousy
its their birthright obviously
since the invaders have taken
the prime cuts and run the banks
as the emerald eyes cries red tears

I have shifted through your decadence
blunted the fools in stupor
and incensed the barbarians into progress
whilst gathering accolades
have enmesh the vandals in inglorious mud
holding up blackened paws
gibbering tomes in glace shame of shameless
as spiteful recreants do
what do you know but the back of your ***** hands
clawing in cesspits vile
burying undead transgressions that clings avidly
as you reek odiously
the pungent stench of bullies dripping contemptible ****
in the wake of corrupted vines
and you call this spectacle of thoughtless miscreants
.................................power................­.................................

And the untitled are free-styling
puking rap testimonies from ***** life
in the morose of dense they are sledging
lower urbanites dribbling frustrations in strife

And the insignificants are jiving
boneheads playing roundheads is rife
inane Mensheviks chickens in dud pirouetting
the toy town soldiers in the psyche war at sixes and five

Our Tonton Macoutes are dribbling
bonkers in bunkers brigade of feathers lite
devoted crasheroonies snoozefests hogs bleating
its war of roses comrades stop the Prince getting a wife

It is dead simple
remember it takes just one bad apple
to rot a barrel
create a false reality and sell it to the
silly punters
I guarantee none of them would be
brave or wise
enough to question or reason why
the greatest
mistake is nursing a high expectations
of the masses
They are as thick as thieves all of them
all hiding something
so they are all ripe and easily pocketed
a false reality
works well for them for their minds
needs distractions
truths and cold reality is a bitter pill
its the luxury
they cannot afford and lie to escape

Dense illumination glows beneath contempt
underserving to even be dignified
by cancellation

shinning base ignorance affecting enlightenment
is the gamekeeper turned poacher
but its more

the little man with the long fronted Cadillac
its all a front in compensation
for the micro appendage

the charlatan sage in narcissistic fix fervour
the recognised contemptible ablaze
the lion sheep of sheep
baa baaing in Latin

Our Unions of Western Cargoes
and Red Social Engineers
who in philistine alchemist craze
are but of course
renowned experts in relationships matters

So we are not overly surprised
gregarious primal deeds
for in their esteemed scattered brains
good men are animals
raving monsters who deserved to be banned

I already told you in plain sight
them both hate eachother
how can the superficial in plastic life
know reality and truth
when real honest emotion is not bottled

Wounded incensed so-so goddesses
frustrated by their lame ducks
hate with a passion the real upright male
truthful dependable and honest
such must be besmirch slandered and destroyed

See them dip their oars and paddles
watch seeding of negativity
unhappiest do not deal in joy and positivity
pray tell how can they
even the most beautiful woman was some man's ex-reject  




ULRIKA JONSSON
article 09/07/2022
" I hear with growing frequency from other female friends — particularly those on dating apps — that they, just like Amber, are considering “swapping sides”.

The complaints all seem to echo the same grievance — and if I may sexually stereotype for a moment — that men are notoriously inconsistent and unreliable.

They display a reluctance to engage in honesty and have an inclination towards the ­modern phenomenon of “ghosting”.

They appear to have an inability to express themselves.

They tend to treat women as increasingly dispensable and have become masters of what can only really be termed “emotional constipation”.

They can be fickle, those lads, that’s for sure.

After more than a year of putting myself out there on dating apps, that is certainly my own, personal experience, too.

These do appear to be male traits.

And it’s for this reason I hear time and time again that women are contemplating changing what they are “looking for” on the apps.

Women are clearly feeling exasperated."

We live with ghosts
and wake them to perform
on our behalves
so how can they haunts us
when we do things
to make them hop and skip
and they pay us
to sleep
while they are watchers
in their nothingness
Alas
they are the ones haunted
by what they can never be

In the fickle floccules whimsical of inherent stunted minds
where delusions drive Ferraris' and the gilded are servants
if their hate stop painting pictures of doom rack and ruins
tis known they are just mere inferior mediocre observant

Like moths to flames reeking talentless blow hollow winds
losers no-marks spewing nonsenses under stones like ants
mundane journeymen and maiden oiks alongside philistines
the letdowns in low downs craving distractions with slants

No worthy or good comes from insignificants on the grinds
lacking wit or grace they faff and prattle as modern peasants
their job is hate and in searing jealousy they dribble unrefined
the pitiful community of lesser beings in malice conversance:

To many herds borne
corralled in deceptive cages
breed to fellow the herd
devoid of distinction
all in comprehensive similarity
to similarly comprehend
and boo and wail in unison

A GOAT is not for the herd
bred to know what to fear
is fear itself in all guises
rather than embrace fear
and booing and wailing in herds
only brave and optimal in the
numbing constraints of numbers

We do not find our strength
******* a harem of weaknesses
or prove ourselves hiding
under all the cheaply discarded
skirts in the brothels nearest the docks
our worth is from standards high
do send me to Coventry with my Excalibur
I do not hear see or eat with leeming