The stupidity of the idiots
by the idiots
for the idiots

To figure me out
you have to first figure yourselves out
I have already done that

Have you the clarity
to watch this all the way through
I doubt you have that in you

Your language figures for you
and you make the calls only you hear
hearts do not speak languages

To figure me out
you have to first speak my language
like I speak your language
and I already do that better than you


https://youtu.be/81bZdDewZdQ

I cannot tell the children of the Inn sweepers
not to eat the leftovers or sup the bottom dregs
or I tell them not to speak the parlance of drunks
born to the ferment of  ale fumes and saw dusts
destined hunter-gatherers of shortchanges    
and lower dives and shanty holes chicaneries
so
pray tell how the ravishing fouls and backwards
see beyond the dank and laden walls of misspent
can these tell us silver are polished and gold glitters
or pen proses in Latin with the flourish of scribes
who expects etiquette or form from bottle washers
can scrubbers in calico tell venetian laces from silk
one
does as one is borne is affirmation of natural truth
such as the gobbledygook of downtown ale births
is only meaningful to likeminded from the marshes
with eyes of green forked tongues and pilfering hands
we flinch not at the addled brain antics of fumed retards
or pay mind to the anodyne display of threshers caste
sour

If you must know
your average men hate your average you
they do not see you
as women to love and cherish
you all lie to each other
pretend and act all the time
they objectify you
up to the point they are disgusted
when your ******* are used for their natural purpose

can't you see your average small men
are misogynist
they disrespect you openly while paying lip service
to gender equality
anyway half if not three quarters of them go with each other
perhaps its because they hate you that much
those that profess love
only love you for the duration
soon to tire of you and move on to the next
dump you once you share your breast with their babies

you are mothers for your average men
most cannot stand on their own two feet
they leave mum's house for Mrs Mummy to take over
pick their clothes cook manage money and wipe their long noses
as they toll over football or really lust over other men
for any women not their mums frighten them
men boys who never grow up messing with mates is the life
and you average women are used to your average men

so much so you hate the intelligent mature strong male
the ones who is real and tells you the truth
the type that would really love you and make you feel all woman
the simpletons the yobs the men boys are easy work
until they start killing these average women
your men hate you and you women hate yourselves

If my excellence does not conflict your inferiority
I would be very surprised
as it is it confirmed and validated your mediocrity
I am not at all surprised
that in your inadequacy your response is primal
that's as nature goes
that you'll bristle bare rabid teeth snarl and snap
the bane of the wounded
unrefined you regress to your primitive instincts
you vapid barbarian
the vacuous vandals on prowl seeking dishonour
that's a given anyway
base inept gross fundamental uncouth derisory
sum total of you and kin
Please accept our deepest sympathy for your failings
your short straws are self picked
excellence comes from hard work dedication breeding
class and refinement

In translucent fog
in back street disingenuousness
our bargain-basement scums and guttersnipes
corralled their Mata Hari
and trained her to lie like a rug
but like the scorpion and the frog
our bargain-basement scums and guttersnipes
started making a big song and dance
about Mata Hari being a big liar
for the spawns of The Father of Lies
this is what they do
they couldn't resist the urge.
" It's in their nature."

Which one of you
has the wherewithal
to find somewhere quiet
and go within to break your trance
and reclaim your minds and your heads
are you enough to see how you have been played
tuned into a frenzied wayward ditty
dulled into colic twang belchers
strummed in hapless reefs
plucked duds on frets
orchestration of vapid
bums in *** encore
you've been played
arranged scored
in *** notes
they groove
in derision
yet know
nowt

Rimani! Riposati accanto a me.

Non te ne andare.

Io ti veglierò. Io ti proteggerò.

Ti pentirai di tutto fuorchè d’essere venuto a me, liberamente, fieramente.

Ti amo. Non ** nessun pensiero che non sia tuo;

non ** nel sangue nessun desiderio che non sia per te.

Lo sai. Non vedo nella mia vita altro compagno, non vedo altra gioia.

Rimani.

Riposati. Non temere di nulla.

Dormi stanotte sul mio cuore…

from as long as I can remember
I laugh a lot
I laugh every day
I love seeing others laugh too
Today I heard someone say
I think when we laugh as human beings
that's when we're our most authentic selves
that's why real laugh is so ugly
its not filtered in any way
just pure unadulterated joy
hearing this
I understood a bit more about myself
and why laughter comes so readily with me
its that authenticity of mine
that unfiltered essence
that realness that abhors superficiality
the fakery that society imposes on us
the pettiness of humans
the fear that strangles and gives complexes
the poison of ignorance that blinds
the cancerous hate internalized that later becomes malignant
I am me as I am
positive unfiltered and quick to laugh
its probably why I shine from within
for even on my own
I'm still laughing
the prize of being
authentic

The trick is to heighten your fixations
we already know who's got me in their heads
I am your addiction
you will work double for your fixes
I am keeping you  
on your pink trotters
cause I know
you are hooked and will come again
and again
you need me to read you
I play with your attention
cause you can't help yourselves
I make you come
again and again

The one-track minds
wheels along in gratuitous
selves mockery
kitted out in ignorance gears
free-wheeling
in delusions and self-loathing
blissfully unaware
our riders of the storms
our alleged rain-makers
our pitch-forks prodders
our rotten fruits tossers
our witch hunters poodles
our home-grown Debbie Downers
our mongrels of psyche warfare
who are all very mindlessly involved
in their senseless struggles
and dumbly believe
that another is thus occupied as well
but hey no emotional investment
no hiking or honking on roads never travelled
why see me as a passenger
or think I'll react to vistas unknown
as told by dimwits in selves mockeries
I have no ride or die
I lead
others go on flights of fancy

As you come so you go
as you sow so you so so
you get nothing for nothing
old money is old money
because it has brains
to make so so people do so so things
so  as you come so you go
you are all so so mad
your papa did not leave you millions
isn't your life a *****
born ****** to inherit bitchiness
know why you're so so sore
in such so so ways

We teach the teachers
as we see the fears
their paradise lost
their nightmare a reality

The cotton fields are gone
clouds vapid power
now pulling rabbits
out of hats in penny arcades

Sick minds need company
malignancy is all they offer
in defence of their evaporation
their days long gone
living in the catacomb of deceits
foam lives in sleight
the ivory towers have changed hands

The poor girl said
I so sorry, but I'm afraid they may turn against me, please understand

The near brownies said
please forgive, they will start picking on us if we don't go along and do as ordered

The Preachers says
we have to be as them, we are cultists and already marginalized, if we didn't they'll isolate us more and it helps our recruitment

The weak and insecure said
this is a no brainer mate
for once we get the opportunity to feel relevant and play the fool without the usual disapprovals

The reluctant ones say
we feel oppressed and bad but they are coercing us daily and we just don't have a choice

So their moral compass compromised, their free-will imprisoned
their integrity abused and disrespected, their brains washed, their dignity rubbished, their minds poisoned and internally they are stressed, uncomfortable and feel enslaved. They have been dehumanized because their Narcissistic masters decides so...







Anyone who remembers watching the Wizard of Oz as a child will probably remember how horrifying the Wicked Witch of the West’s flying monkeys were. These monkeys were sent by the witch to do her ***** work, and the phrase has since become synonymous with people who end up doing the ***** work of a narcissist.

Flying monkeys get caught up in a narcissist’s plan — often to damage the life of another person. The narcissist may use their flying monkeys as piggy in the middle, carrying information from party to party. The flying monkey may use gaslighting tactics, open aggression, and guilt-tripping in order to make another person feel bad and weak, whilst shoring up the narcissist. And they’re often involved in pleading the case of the narcissist. Narcissists love having flying monkey, as it makes them feel important and means they can appear to be above the people below them who are caught up in the messy parts of the drama.

Some of the reasons people become flying monkeys include:

Self-preservation and protection.
Forming an alliance with the person perceived as like us or our organisation is one reason people adopt this role. Telling tales, spreading misinformation, and using gaslighting techniques against anyone who dares to question the narcissist might just mean you get to keep your job and don’t find yourself on the receiving end of narcissistic rage.

Rescuing the narcissistic "victim."
If you tend to fall into a rescuing role, you may feel compelled to jump to the defence of the narcissist who blames everyone and everything for whatever is going wrong in their life. Sticking up for the narcissist meets your inbuilt need to feel valued and needed because of your rescuer role.

A loss of sense of self.
Some flying monkeys are so browbeaten by the narcissist that they have far less capacity than otherwise might be expected when it comes to knowing right from wrong. They may have experienced years of emotional abuse at the hands of the narcissist and have lost a sense of self and independent decision-making along the way.

Loving the drama.
Some flying monkeys really thrive on the drama. When you’re involved with a narcissist, it’s almost inevitable that you’ll be involved in a few dramas along the way. What can beat the adrenaline of being caught up in lies, secrecy, and deception?

Being a narcissist.
Flying monkeys often have strong narcissistic traits themselves, including a desire for attention, a lack of empathy, and a desire to bully and manipulate others. They may be involved in a work, or other situation in which they know that their best opportunity to fulfill their narcissistic desires comes from allying themselves with a more powerful narcissists.

Being used by a narcissist to take care of some of the least desirable aspects of their business is always going to place you in a compromised, stressful environment and you should ensure that you have the appropriate support in place when you choose to change your role.

There its emblazed
in Pantheon worthy Almanacs
that without fear or favour and in justly endeavours
alongside peers I girded my *****
and earned my laurels

Ask in The Bodleian
and the hallowed halls of scholars
have sat with scribes drinking from wells of learning
in well spent I burnt midnight oil
my gown et rolls earned

At the Trade Exchange
my worth and flair remunerated
from dawn I upped with the larks to make hay
held my own amongst equals
in service and toil

Need no reminding
of halcyon days at the Lyceum
of wine women and songs in work hard play hard
all done in sublime grace and style
keeping a wise head on

Cupid will testify
I have loved and been loved
met dusk and dawn in truly hot passions and kisses
touched hearts in honest emotions
with blissful memories till ever

Go to the voices of past
you will find no harm done by me
where and when I could I helped my fellow humans
in compassion in deeds I'll give
if they are happy I am too

I can stand before my God
eternally grateful and blessed
I claim no perfection but know I did best with what He gave
and if all is ruined and destroyed in evil fate
I know His Will be done

In the village
they say they are doing a clockwork orange
whatever that means
only they know

I imagine its an
orange clock and its in their vacant heads
but they said it controls
what I do not know

See mugs faffing
they say nihilism is the now vogue in town
they have power to control
foam control is a thing

So its all tick talks
and demobbed slave traders in revivals
tying me kangaroo down
a crown for a mind

So if all this makes sense to you
join the party of the revolutionary harridans
for the protection of Thieves
it makes no sense to me

But I laugh and laugh
as I watch brains and minds being washed white
and puppets dangled on chains
its clockwork orange time

To faff and **** and sneak and snort
To jive and jib and shove and slime
To drone and discredit and simmer with envy
To parade inadequacy and promote idiocies
To be blinded and witless and rage in inferiority
To be snivelling cowards and trailer trash bullies
To be weak gutless retards in deluded role-change campaign
All swamped twitching and burping in vermillion pond life
reflecting the haze of their dystopian stalking canals

Some buffoon held wide open the chiffon
inviting glimpses
into their dim shallows of superficialities
where precious semblances sits without
real substances
and spurious heads and nouveau chancers
display shining blings of their family silver
dumbly expecting
envy and recognition for alloy coated turds
from showroom of callow indistinguishable
the semblance
that lacks the sublimity of grace worth flair
the incongruous gardener in top hat and tails
and therein the absurdity
of values of breeding intelligence and purpose
You can take the hicks out of Texas, but you can't
take the Texas out of the hicks
I am not Texan or a hick and cannot envy or compare with them

What good am I
if my mind sees through
the eyes of thieves and knaves
and my words
are fashioned from malice
so as to say
I lie with vagabonds and sleep
with flea dogs
these are my brothers
tell me do
What good am I



absit invidia

We've got to do this
we find no chances and have no choice
we know too well our places
for in your sublime completeness
and born privileges
you outshine us in each and every way
we have to make you feel small disadvantaged
disappointed and helpless
like we feel all the timethat gladdens us
and make us  feel we're even
the trouble is we know we are small for real
and you are not
and that just makes us feel even smaller
mad angry discontent angst-ridden and more vengeful
in case you don't know
we're suffering here
suffering in suffering
what type of double whammy is that
Ahhhh................

Coke addled fixation
barren time overload
time to pick on noire

write scholastic diss
panacea for cancer

malignant fear visits
the troubled erudite
now a pale shadow

my pen my rush
another line of prose
another line on the table
its a daily habit

where's that bankcard
again

Hear the sonorous whimpers of faded dragons
groaning the last breath gasps of fallen might
and from extinct inglorious days
hear now the bitter last hurrays' of the ******
in acrimony they wail like a coeliac new born
tis the dampened pained roars of wounded beasts
tis the infused grumblings of cantankerous old codgers
tis the frustrated drivels of angst ridden underachievers
tis the mad morbid utterances of daggle of caged psychopaths
tis the snivelling moronic backchats of a hackle of prized cowards
tis pent-up furies and irate emotional disparages of unsatisfied wives
tis the hot latent lamentations of morose taciturn misery-guts
tis the narcissistic forage of the despoiled academician
whose diseased beast within syringed narco-fixes
in the noises of  hallowed codswallops
tis the dumb mutterings of idiots
tis the inane jabbering runts
tis the anodyne venting
of ghouls and ghosts
the wailing noises
of cultists coerced
and chained in
rebellious
hope

Self appointed gods indebted to Faust
salving weeping wounds in blood lust
greater retribution awaits
as sure as every new dawn
tis easy to do
but God makes and unmakes

Have a chillax
do take seats on yon Yew benches
so Messrs Tolpuddle and collectives
though some say a fitting label should be Narcissists-r-us
I say nothing
but pray do tell us what's your problem
methinks to inquire
what exactly are we all trying to prove
is it perchance
that you have enough members to count cows udders
or maybe show us
that despite all your advancing years
you all have still not vacated the kindergarten playground
for you've all been having tantrums and apoplexies
sporting red faces
smearing mud and bullying cause someone
has what you haven't got
or should we just know
you all are merely compensating for feeble small horns
for you see storms in teacups
and at once you're mind-readers then chess grandmasters
then marriage brokers who also moonlights as cockblockers
you scream equal rights for all yet deny the rights of another
its obvious you all crave attention
and you are aggrieved to the point of senselessness
its the twenty first century now
we've all grown up and put away childish things
so please excuse me if I state
this don't impress me much and I'm not interested
kidadults is not a thing
maturity dignity integrity peace love justice and fair play are
some people need to do some serious growing up
just saying

That's kept them quiet now
but I have to **** them back from fantasizing
ok enough already
come back
haters have to hate
not daydreaming about the place
however nice it may feel you have a job to do
but remember the tales though
that passion
that always ready to give it good
yeah, yeah yeah.... I am amazing ain't I

Don't lie it hasn't crossed your mind
its obvious you dwell on it all the time
and your fantasies paint such visions
as you pretend and feint that's not so
to have such ravishing hulk on you
that heat and vibrant passion raging
as you helplessly surrender & succumb  
driving in with the revved engine throbbing
as the pistons powers through your garden path
you're hot and trembling as this juggernaut
make it way pounding valley and shaking hills
you know you've been truly well run over
you are a living ghost with La petite mort
look into that hidden place in your mind
all this and more lurks in there no doubt
its like a big princely chocolate
and just as yummy enticing and sweet
its naughty and enchanting
and you just can't leave it alone
and that's why you do all you do
and you hope others do not find out
but I know and you know I know

long long ago
we were all heathens and hicks together
but while your fathers preferred to chew stalks
and gnaw raw bones
one would stand and declare
there's more to life than grunting about or sitting on our *****
that one took the lead and shook things up
till they all saw what a royal heathen we have here
so on and on it went
and kingdoms were made and thrones led the way
shedding sense blood sweat and valour for greater good
while your fathers shrink into the background merely doing as told
as they chewed stalks and gnarled on bones
who wants to carry long staffs and big lances
when with our small sticks we can ravish maidens and drink meads
it came to the days
when peace reigned and all eat and grew fat and prosperous
the red mist descend to light fires in envy and ignorance
our leaders are greedy and parasitic
why do they have more than we do
so as your fathers and forefathers and fore fore fore fathers did
you once again chew gum and eat fish and chips
and disrespect your women and use small sticks to make babies
blaming royals and leaders for your lacks of sense guts or chutzpa
and in silly blinding red indulgent mists
you gabble war and revolution  
my father and forefathers and fore fore fore fathers
were not sitting on their ***** chewing stalks gnawing on bones
we already now you're inherent stalkers
with big mouths short sticks and little else

You think integrity
is something to do with a computer and dirt
you think white noise
means jabbering any ******* loudly and persistently
you're right about that
but do you know that when the unfiltered witnesses
accepts you're just sick and useless
as they see your pathetic demeaning disgraceful antics
they certainly do not mean
you're sound and use less of whatever drives your grossness
I bet you do
but do you know what someone without any integrity means
its certainly not a computer component with no grit on it

yeah! be proud that
that's what you reduced to
puny shadows cloaked in deceit
demeaned to petty battles
swamped in indulgent cowardice
your tamed now aware
and in closed rooms they snigger
they were mites already
we always knew
they are blood suckers coveters
who fume and rage
our home grown backstabbers
who talk a good game
and live others to do the work
they the contemptible
God save our island
our Emperor's coat has worn thin

I just feel profound pity

for all these pathetic damaged souls

who in our woke so called affluent society

are so bereft damaged deranged and morose

that their daily mission is trying to share their miseries

or engage in acts and misdeeds they think cause another pain

a healthy wholesome mind thrives in general bliss and positivism

for its only thus that we flourish and grow in fair noble ideals

buttress in peace pure joy and happiness unblemished

the damaged souls are angst and discontent

lacking in the midst of opportunities

felled by woe and poisoned minds

mired in toxic choices

strangled by envy

solely disgraced

unimportant

shamed

losers

O 'captain, my captain
at the helm you steer sublime
in squall you hold steadfast unflinching
through the tsunami you rook your slants to roll
and in the flippancies of ragged sails and howling storms
you find the lull that soothes the vicious whispers of the tempests

O 'captain, my captain
with steady hands emboldened
you glide cantankerous waves with ease
telling Poseidon Neptune you chart this map
for in the longitude of courage the latitude of reason holds
and the laps if the gods do sway to the sanity of mist less horizon

O 'captain, my captain
below the dank and heaving decks
deckhands and maddened old salts hallucinates
in mutinous madness they gabble shanties of revolution
below deck minds see wrecks bones and journeys of no return
some mutter cap'n sleeps with the figurehead mermaid at the bow

O 'captain, my captain
unbowed you sail at bow unsurpassed
in the rip roaring rough waters you excel
in the calmness of a fair wind you exemplify bravery
a captain of all seasons from the equator to heating the Attic
where snow look like humans but crumble an melt in the sunlight

The real strong confident woman
is not one blowing as the winds blow
following the crowds screaming unison
compensating insecurities in dramatic displays

The real strong confident woman
bright intelligent assured and composed
holds 'say as you like but I have & own my mind
and its not for batter to populist whims or dictates

The real strong confident woman
is not for sham to gain approval & recognition
or in hock to prevailing tides and cheap power plays
true strength errs and atoned as true victory is owned

The real strong confident woman
seeks not to be dressed as darling of the hordes
but a life force able to think & go against the grain
wise in the knowing that a strong man is merely an equal

The real strong confident woman
has no time to play games or toss the dice
for to own yourself is to trust your essence and vision
and be able to dance heartily to the beats of your own drum










By Rachel Burchfield
Published 3 Days Ago
We didn’t see any public interaction this weekend between Prince Charles and daughter-in-law Meghan Markle, but apparently the Prince of Wales has a secret nickname for the Duchess of Sussex, The Daily Express reports—and it’s quite touching.

But we have to say, also a bit unexpected: The nickname, says a commentator, is “Tungsten.”

Before you scratch your head as to a.) why Charles calls Meghan an element on the periodic table and b.) why it’s touching, let Christine-Marie Liwag Dixon of The List explain why it’s a “pretty neat compliment” and harkens back to Meghan’s “resilient nature.”

“Meghan Markle hasn’t had an easy time of it since joining the royal family,” she said. “Not only has the press hounded her relentless, but she has also said that she felt less than at home in the royal family. The royal family may not have approved of Meghan and Harry stepping down as senior royals, despite them doing so to escape an environment that was clearly not good for their mental health. However, it seems that Prince Charles had a lot of respect for Meghan’s resilient nature. This was evident in the secret nickname he reportedly had for her: ‘Tungsten.’”

The reason why, Liwag Dixon said, was explained by royal correspondent Russell Myers, who said Charles “nicknamed her after the metal as she is ‘tough and unbending.’”

“Tungsten is the strongest naturally occurring metal in the planet,” Liwag Dixon said. “That makes this a pretty neat compliment, all things considered.”

Though Prince Harry and his father have had tension over the years, Charles and Meghan’s relationship has been known to be solid, culminating with Charles walking Meghan partially down the aisle at her 2018 wedding to his younger son.

By doing this, “Charles is literally welcoming Meghan into the royal family in such a kind way,” said Mail on Sunday royal editor Emily Andrews. “It’s [also] such a touching moment between father and son.”

How many disguises does a fool need to change a light bulb
Answer: Uncountable, because he/she can't see in the dark
hahaha........

And their understanding of psychology
leaves them psychologically impaired
and naturally unbeknown to them
their psyche warfare is a battle
of their id's entangled with
perturbed baseless hubris
thus illiterate narcissists
in neurotic arousals
do Quixotic skits
in self depreciating maladroit
baptised in ignorance at the
altar of prurient malfeasant
afflicted with sad self-abuse
the empty vessels who make
the most odious vacuous noises

in criminal's hock

slaving restless ghosts

reverberating themed dirges

from floored mutiny of flawed pocus

shackled in the dire mire of  vapid witlessness

in their majority of woes they find their majority of woes

fickle feeble nonentities wallowing in the obscenities of puerile haze

scatter-brains find futile guiles in hicks' dud armouries

our graceless ephemerals twist in hyperboles

indentured Sisyphus' controlled

toiling at replicating alike

blinded by jealousies

in prisoned minds

I govern my emotions
and quite categorically can see
I govern yours too
and
as you try to languish
in your version
of me
you categorically know and see
you cannot second
that emotion
for alchemy's gold bears no carat
a tweet is not a symphony
and you are not
my father's son
I am
and your emotions cowers
lurches and venerates
back to front
you are all
but forestalled shadows
borrowing shades
to free yourselves
from yourselves

And oh! what a jolly laugh we have
tis ever so amusing
the dumb gaggle of lifeless unwashed
with roasted heads
presenting their one read and try-again
versions of events
our dear apostles of cockney tea-leaves
led by Macafferty Capone
who stated we are going to eff him
and put lice in his head
go forth she ordered and do his head in
oh how we laugh
as first class scums and feeble dumdum
unwashed and semi-illiterates
troop out with fervour and dedications
in the poetry campaign
of a-holes with psychedelic delusions
and triple Fs in grammar
and so we have the debacle of bozos
retards and the worthless
pitting non-wits with a Rhodes scholar
who also happens
by providence and sublime endeavour
to be a philosopher
and a brilliant refined and shinning Prince
Oh wow, tis ever so amusing
And hahaha, what a jolly laugh we have