Ain't them just a pack of halfwits
playing yaboo politics
with one stroke got them on the ropes
doubts flood their simple minds
desperation overflows in senile cancelations
when they are frightened by the outlaid truths
oh dear, she'll see all their nastiness, they fear
her eyes opened they'll lose her allegiance, gained by lies
they become even more desperate
pulling puppets strings here and there
simpletons doing as simpletons do
elementary my dear Watson
no brain surgeon amongst these buffoons
but its fun watching them panic and rage
it takes nothing to out distance them
and plague their vapid minds
they are born not to see beyond their noses
imbecilic bovver thugs playing ghetto politics
lets tickle their catastrophes
some more
or simply laugh at clowns cancellers
and feed their neurosis some more
that's the only way they feel relevant

The edge created for more money
became a tourist attraction for planks and planktons
the edgy idea left them all on edge
some things are money for old rope and egg on your faces
leave them to see what's not there

Guess one shouldn't laugh
but its so so funny
after breaking all the records
as I danced them stupid
they have no mojo to begin with anyway
and always finish too quickly
so they rely on quantity having no quality
anyways I broke all records
so they now repeat themselves
and dance to the sound of their own voices
yassa yadda yadda
and again
yadda chatter rant and rave
the bores with no mojo who finish too quickly
will always have the time
to yadda yadda spill yer guts and chatter natter you don't matter
broke yer records
and danced youse merry
y'all quick firing repeaters
shooting from thin slimy lips so lifeless and unappealing
obsessed with repeating your repeats
hahaha hahaha hahaha
Guess one shouldn't laugh
but its so so funny

And you think friend doesn't know 'em
I have to play along
its about fooling them to get what you want
look what they're
doing to you for daring to say it as it is
not all are that truthful
simpletons should be treated as the wisest
you don't catch clouds
let them float airily along dense and vapid
till they fall in rain
drippy wet belligerent soggy droplets
useful yet vainglorious
this is what friend have to give in the storm






#NazaninZaghariRatcliffe's interview, specifically focusing on those calling her an 'ungrateful cow' for not showing enough deference or gratitude to the UK government.
analysed around 14,000 tweets involving around 8600 unique accounts. I downloaded tweets that included the hashtag "send her back" and "ungrateful cow" and the keywords "Nazanin and ungrateful". (horrendous I know).
So there you have it, proof that hating on a newly released hostage of the Iranian regime - who also happens to be a female person of colour, who has missed 6 years of their life and daughter growing up & endured hellish jail conditions - is more a racist past time

There are two reasons
why some people don’t mind their own business.
One is that they have no mind,
and the other is that they have no business.

Positive people are like protons.
They are always surrounded by negativity.
But, they always stay in the centre.

We are prisoners between the walls of our beliefs

It's really easy to fight a war
when you have people to fight it for you
for whom you have least care

In Red square
the cowards gathered
with green eyes and little minds
attack, attack its all for one and one for all

The white queen
and all her heirs are protected
see her white knights and all pawns
rightfully in white shining and stainless

See the black king
that is our enemy so attack
he has no knights and owns no pawns
easy target as we know his pieces have blacked out

In Red square
the cowards gathered
with green eyes and little minds
its all about colour and white is always right
we do it in the shadows and know how to spin the yarn

You can out distance
that which is running after you,
but you cannot out
distance that which is running
inside you
for it knows where your bones
are buried
and the distance between you and
the outside you

taxed all the Stately homes
and split the family heirlooms
down farmland barracks
the labourers dig slurries and ache in mud
as green tears flow down sunken cheeks
the Sloaners shine
daddy knows Swiss ways and clever men
is not blind men bluff not about avoidance
show us the navvies
we will see mediocre with hard hats shovelling dirt
smooth burgundy and merlot come in mellow red
lobsters and Atlantic wild shrimps hue vermillion
barrow boys and the wets
clutch the morning star puking red
and arranging peanuts and pea brains in equal mirages
in hollowed Oxbridge halls
young Turks with backbones know the drill
gilded gumption swipes bovver twerps left
tis known haft-wits only know how to abuse power
or steal only to squander in base ignorance
ah! look, they are riled in discontent
attack the heads the headless scream
as they lose their heads
rapt by the glitters of trinkets and tiaras
and those pedigree breeds
who laugh far from the maddening crowd
democracy is a military operation
come steal, bully and destroy
wear your red bbberet
and put-in the effort

Hail the pantheon of the dimwits
from whence rings the wisdoms of *****
claiming parodies of second guessing
in aforethought projections

Hail the unconscious imbeciles
foraging refuse from common dumps
as illuminating guiding thoughts
remotely worthy of contemplation

Hail the confederation of cretins
the 'if you really know you wouldn't do'
that they do because they are inconse

they say they can do heads in
whatever that means only them knows
they say they can alter personalities
i say i have already altered your personalities
made y'all obsessives I'm jumping in your minds
y'all think you've got snowflakes like ya'll
swing from rope, male suicide is the largest killer in ya land
they can't handle pressure, no spine mommy's boys
my mate, my mate its all about ganging up,
alone, they disintegrate and panic, they are made weak
they talk of love yet they're plastic superficiality
will do anything to belong, can't abide themselves
cause it's all empty air and bravado
all semblance no substance, they use money to buy love
money gone love disappears cause they keep nothing real
they are incapable of truth, snipers, back-biters  inveterate gossips
pretenders and actors always scared of realities and the truth
cannot deal face to face because they know not how to relate
follow the crowd, do as others do, we are all equals
EQUALS,  my ****,
what makes you think I am like you, spineless inadequates
unequipped, un-prepared indulgent saps of nanny county
We love our moms, yes she cooks, clean, tidy and even ***** you
And these are the ones that wanna do heads in, alter personalities
NO we are not all the same
you are dross
I am quality
AS you were, park lifers, go sup another pint...

They do
have a lot to be sorrowful about
their dark mindset understandable
those that grow and wrinkle
in the blink of an eye
hirsute till even the females spot moustaches and beards
and most males are gifted with little sausages
and no great stamina in use
education is optional and ignorance rules ok
the painted hues are catching up
while hometown losers are busking begging money
its all going south for them
so its blame game all the way
so they make it up as they crawl along
hiding their shame in foreign tags
and their cowardice in numbers
too dumb and weak to excel they seek refuge in bullying
as if we haven't got their measures
and know they bathe only once a week at most
my, my! they do have a shedload to lament
their miseries plain to see
so please excuse their puerile defensive scrabbling's  
they are poor in heads in pockets and in their minds

Products of State assistance
after a pint and two packets of crisps
to be raised unintelligent
in non questioning mindless indoctrination
to be fooled and tamed into blind obedience
the cannon fodders and Erranders of Red dusk-set
hollering fake news
swallowing delusions
******* themselves in ******* to **** up
La bohème  Bolsheviks drinking Quixotic wine
specially farmed to do as told
theirs is not to think or question
the State picks up the tabs
the Reds scribble neon cheques
from the Bank of Envy and Jealousy
and the dumbs march up and down in unison
besotted and obsessed with the one that sees through it all
down with the black blue prince
with gold in his heart and pockets
who laughs at the ridiculous
in their war of the roses
and the slave traders now playing as game-keepers

In searing wonderment they lament
oh why, oh why!
can we not be like them
in feverish discontents they seethe and simmer
why oh why!
are we like we are
for we only look up to only see down
yet up there
the thems still shine
like they own the golden sun
as we burn in angst and buy tans out of a bottle
oh why, oh why!
can we not be like them
oh! for a princely sum and qualities sublime

Too much of anything
becomes  
too much of nothing
a vast
ocean fades into an horizon
constancies
become drowned inconstancy
as white fades
to pale only to ghost into transparency
that is there
yet not altogether there in the blackground
crystalline sand
holds trillions miniscule dazzling glass silicones
yet enmassed
they are nothing but dry arid sands to be walked over
many can a times
be too much to matter or given second look or thoughts

What comes from a good place
needs no answers
questions are boomerangs
returning to you
go find your happy

by simpletons in simple terms and simple ways
ah! so it is about triggering
and there's me seeing morons being morons
and what a no brainer
it is to fog the mindless and cloud the gormless
and herd assorted sheep
frolic and prance in penned circus of the ridiculous
as the ring masters crack whips
and show us different demonstrations of blind obedience
but nitwits are no sons of guns
the circus firing cannon is just a fake illusion and an act
but who is to tell the chumps
they believe in triggers and know all about pulling triggers
haha haha haha haha

the cats with the jive
know our Karens and Poms
can never
keep it real
how can they when they are
so transparent
and even the backbone
is soft tissue
they have to hang out in numbers
to prop each other up

An Oligarch would rather sell and run
leaving three billions behind
and you think a mite already running
from a repressive Patriarchy
would do anything else in a host's refuge
than tow the party line
I am too dignified and decent to compromise
a victim of the Apparatchik
please run your propaganda anyway you chose
its all a military operation
to remove corrupt thieving greedy parasite
and that's a post-truth fact

Like the comprehension and sage analysis
of D. Trump is without doubt convinced
he won the election
our home-grown morons are convinced
plebiscite inane machinations of fools
impacts the sublime
Plato's Republic lives down my locality
the effect of education and the lack of it
on our nature
see how ideas and perception differs
from actual reality of life
the sleep walkers in ghost democracy
all see white in the dark
do not wake them for they are convinced
they are rulers in the rye
chaffs can dream do you not comprehend

A born leader
a gifted man of character
a David who stands head and shoulder above
rightfully worthy of the envy of mediocre
the hate of the damaged
and the oppositions of the inadequate
how they weep and rant
in bitter jealousies'
and pull to drag down yet fall and fail
in the powerless powers of the hopeful hopeless
and in homage to the rings in their noses
that tethers them to their ignominies
imprisoning them in the stables of their lowly ignorance
they hooved around in circles
stomping and snorting in fevered riles
chewing cud of yester fantasies
declaring they are spinning a top
the empty delusions of sad pale underachievers

Ghetto Wisdom on University Challenge
Question: What is doubt
Ghetto Wisdom answers....any thing I decide it to be

asking for no ring to put on it
liberated challenges backward witless
for there's no meter registering charges
my lady's chamber is my lady's chamber
tell me the tales as I plough into the groove
a turn on to heights I know others lack the steam
I can fandango and cha-cha and you retell bout that cat
who got the milk but was nothing more than a sacredly ****
who did it like this and like that and fired of before the bird landed

you shall cry over me
as your place in the queue is taken
you shall weep over me
as your boats start to sail without you
you shall yell about me
as the hourglasses of your essences empties
you shall delude over me
as your psychoses festers and troubles you
as my spirit overlords your minds
you shall scribble in disparage
and gnawed in bitter umbrage
and retch infectious vile bile
for as you preoccupy yourselves with heedless angsts
you are missing the banquets at the Halls of Positive Blessings
for he that seeks the downfall of another
is he that has already fallen and is bruised battered and defeated

Before the battle I battled
did not wait for the King's shilling
or the Queen's penny
I drew from the sweat of my brows
and gave back to the
common purse what is ordered due
I burnt midnight oils
and tested with peers equal and fair
laurels gained in light
I was there in all the mornings calls
ached in dusk's rest
and stood salted shoulder to shoulders
in both heat and cold
so come meet and look me in the eyes
and tell me in truth
I did not rise at dawn to seize the day
for to the naysayers
the fakes and charlatans oozing scarlet ****
and draining sewage
from cuddled brains and grimy fetid minds
I declare in full grace
you all can go do the hot unmentionables
and feed it to each others

Mind said
I'll tell you a joke

Does it mean
if I don't know my own mind
at this my illustrious age

that I am
not minding my business

haha haha

The news is all of war now
watching tonight I remembered how I once saved a man's life
many many many years ago
I was barely fourteen
but I was already driving on public roads
and I was already as confident as hell

So there's a Civil war going on in my country
the oil rich Eastern regions wanted to break away
the south, west and northern parts said 'noway hosay'
the mantra all around was
to keep the Nation one is a task that must be done
so now a war raged in the eastern sector

This day I had driven to pick daddy up from work
he was a top civil servant and worked in a headquarters at Mariner
right opposite a Port where there were some Naval vessels
a wide lagoon with blue-green waters chopped and swayed
between the Port and daddy's office
parked in front of the office I was seated in the car listening to music
waiting for daddy to come out

Suddenly in front of my view I saw about four men surround a young white man
the four men were shouting and jostling this white man
he was red-faced, frightened and look confused
I got out of the car and ran to the unfolding scene
why are you taking pictures of our Naval Base screamed the four
assailants
who had grabbed the white man and locked on the the camera
that hung round his neck
a larger crowd had gathered now and slaps were beginning to
descend on the hapless white man

Well I told you I am confident as hell did I not
hey hey stop stop don't hit him I shouted moving nearer the melee
they took a look at me and immediately stopped
at that time you could always tell the top people's children
they looked different, dressed different and spoke perfect English
I looked the part to a tee and more
you have no right to manhandle or hit this man, I said sternly

The hapless white man looked at me all ashen faced and trembling
I was only taking pictures of the mariner and the sea
I know nothing of Naval Bases
liar liar spy spy, he's eastern spy shouted the crowd surging forward
lets lynch him says a voice from the crowd
you will not lynch anybody I shouted at the baying crowd
we are not savages
looking around I saw the Doorman at daddy's office come out
I shouted to him
Eddie, Eddie quick go get my father, now now quick
Eddie darted back inside

Daddy came out three minutes later
immediately the crowd hushed and bow their heads
some knew who daddy is other know you respect authority
they want to **** this poor man I said to daddy
they are doing nothing of the sort, replied my father
take him inside the car, daddy said to me
looking at the crowd he said, thank you all, stay vigilant
my son and I will now take this man to the Police
the crowd dispersed, the African sun beamed unforgivingly

We drove the hapless white man to his hotel
still trembling he thanked us profusely, you saved my life
your young son is remarkable, he told my father
you should have seen him single-handedly dealt with the crowd
yes, I know my son, replied my father, he's a right one
I was just now looking forward to lunch

War makes people crazy
and make them do crazy things
we will never know if the poor man was a spy or not
but will you sit and watch a hyper mob tear a defenceless man
to pieces in front of you, would you?

Of numbers in majority of failures

of majority in a number of failures

of words in streams of nonsense

of nonsense in streams of words

deficiencies celebrating inadequacies

inadequate celebrating deficiencies

the pathetic ranting of blinded solidarity

the blinded solidarity of pathetic wankers

all for the black who spoke and called out wrongs

all for the whites who stole and called it red's right

of the jealousy guilt and shame that bred the vicious hate

of the vicious racist hate that bred the jealousy envy and shame

Passed down family recipe
from the woebegone
freshly manufactured daily without fail
natural home grown ingredients sourced from accustomed pits
fertilised in envious surroundings
best cesspits and organic muck and manure
by proven certified growers with a lifetime of personal experience
our deranged expert Western manufacturers
the retrograde new age sheep of modern Animal Farm
baying and baba-baaing power to the sheep
a parody of irony lost in a riddle of mystery aligned to delusions
and we see their lamentations
and how they starve from poverty of common sense
and cremate truths to praise ignorance
and see black in black and right in white
and the shame of their guilt leaks their woes
a fertile source of grieves for the woebegone
born into the family businesses
the best and biggest retailer of woes are us
but we give it out for free

Perhaps if there was just one warm tender kiss
my heart would have remembered it
and tell me about it in moonbeams and sunrays

perhaps if there was sigh breathless scented gasp
my ears would have owned it
and sing it back to me in the eves of dewy reverie

perhaps if there was deep discuss in learned ways
my mind would glow in enlightenment
abated in pantheons of thoughts and wise eminences

perhaps if there was a hot embrace laced in truth
my soul would have supped emotions
and in giddiness seek enamoured silk divan to rest

perhaps if sapphire brown eyes had glistened dewily
mine would have shared starlight sparkle
and beckon Cupid to bring diamond encrusted lilies

perhaps even a whispered bouquet  of coquettish sway
would have tickled fancy with lavender's pull
and written stories of gold for Caesar and Cleopatra

There was nothing but the chanting goggle of a flowing brook
splashes of iridescent vapour in hazy mist
quick glimpses that faded as quick in interloping chimes of gusts

It left no calling prints and touched no spirit of deeper grace
it was hello and fare thee well
there may be a thousand splendid tales but this never found
a voice or vista to lament

‘Bro, **** these people. They are just jealous of you.’

“‘You have all these things that they want,
so they are trying to ******* throw

their shade at you so you can feel ****** about yourself
because they are jealous.’

he understands why the privilege
engender some serious resentment.

“There’s a lot of advantages,
“I got to do a lot of cool **** that a lot of people
don’t get the opportunity to do.
I’m very blessed for that.

Jealousy is the tribute mediocrity pays to genius.
Everybody pities the weak; jealousy you have to earn.

See them rant and gnash
Haters will see you walk on water
and say it’s because you can’t swim.

hahaha
Envy is a declaration of inferiority.
Unhappy people compare. Happy people don’t care

we know all about you haters.........

And I did and will always do
and the devil be ******
I am a pure and virtuous Advocate
unlike
those dumb amoral miscreants
farted by the devil
and tortured and roasted into his
devils advocates
Even the devil knows they are
disposable wastage
trying to impress him
like its not the easiest thing to work
for the devil
but these are the devil's advocates that are too dumb
to know they are too dumb
for even the devil holds them in contempt....

We had maids and servants
I know their dearest wishes were
to feel relevant and important
more than just
do as told and fetch and carry
chasing dreams
is more compulsive when downstairs
and sleepwalking through reality
in unskilled labour
its a sad momentum

How so wrong can some be
and how hilarious that can be
with no rhyme or reason like a bee
they postulate like dumb hicks that can't see

The peasants find diamond
and call it broken glass
errant flotsams in the pond
destined to hate class
in chains they hail their bond
hey ** they are crass
The peasants find diamond
and call it broken glass

Because I am worthy
its as definite and precise as that

need say no more
for reverse adoration says it all

Unfortunately for many
its only when in the padded white room
strapped securely in a straitjacket
that they realize their ******* was their reality
and their reality
was ******* by the many for the most

there was neon at the office do
there was wine and cakes ambushed proceedings
                                the management was there and
needed no neon to see to see for real
neon is dim and dull
              and for the red-light districts and underground dives
where nonsense and fuckall are now locked down
                         for the down and outs
who know nada about rock'n'roll

elsewhere headboy is supping bottle beer
                   after a works meeting he says
the blues are cracking 2020 Mouton Rothschild,
                 and hors d'oeuvres from Fortnum & Mason
while a poor old lady is missing her dear dead husband
                                 and counting unspent millions at Coutts & Co

the peasants are mad on full or half pay
                                  getting drunk and fighting their partners
moving from Golders Green to coastal towns in their dreams
            neon flicker dim and dull
momentum at a standstill
          they are working in the garden as one does
someone has made another baby
covid does not affect blue *****
the blues can see proper and do it proper
                 no neon required
leave that to the underground and the strange cargoes
here's a gin and tonic

Contempt can be  microcosmic too
if there were boundaries
would Slave Traders ancestors dare call
anyone greedy
if there was self respect would a home
grown westerner
decay to burgling the property of their
next door neighbour
if there was shame would those who
plunder and looted
from all four corners of the wide world
have the gall to
call an honest  gainfully employed man
a parasite or a germ
if there is morality would dysfunctional
wastrels sponging
public funds to bloat on drinks and drugs
while refusing to work
become heroes of loony ideologues talking
solidarity
if there's an iota of intelligence would useful
idiots not have a moral compass
if there's no racism would a black progressive
upward mobile male
be tarnished as an arrogant selfish greedy elitist
that deserves ruination
for refusing to pay extorting to thieving white
mob in a shakedown
if there's no resounding gold-plated contempt
would I refuse to be bullied and intimidated by
the gangster stalking of criminals thugs hooligans
and pseudo leftist Marxist nihilist semi-illiterates
I say microcosm or macrocosmic
Do your worst
Contempt can be macrocosmic too

No matter if its a life of nothing
I can still hold my head up and look
anybody squarely in the eye
for I haven't broken into my neighbours house
and stolen their property

Susan went
she was a friend of mine
she is missed to a day
for she showed kindness and joy
if you too are dead
I wish you rest now in peace
I knew you only fleetingly in hops and skips
but know many will miss you
and you rain in the minds of many a' illusionists
who in the macabre of the sick and twisted
verse unspoken words for you in acid
plant your ways in thorny swamp
and live for you in purgatory
they are haunted souls
dying for the haunts
you
shall rest with papa
in love and peace