The clone walks and enjoys such adulation,
Urban myths, falsehoods, lies, such fabrications
Knowledge is power make sure its transmogrification
Smears and stench is vital to put our clone in isolation
Defamation and slander in abundance not in moderation

The real man looks awestruck at this nefarious transformation
Sees truth murdered an honesty an decency held in strangulation
Humans have a greater propensity for lies, its has more fascination
Lower minds desires basic mental gratification not tedious education
They want no news bout joy an do-gooders, more about dis figuration

The white gangsters toned this a shake down for remuneration
pay up now or else your secret royal status is cause for our extortion
like this is the Wild East he replies, do your worst bring botheration
I ain't paying  Protection money to racketeers come do your ruination
I sit in truth, jobless, career ruined, wife-less, hounded an in isolation

Did you hear
have you seen the news
the Neon Vigilantes have opened a store
we are selling fantasies, delusions, fabrications
have made up stories and even smears to sell all over town
we have drama, plots, made up scenarios and blatant lies for sale
we also do poetry's, limericks, verses and juicy false autobiographies
can do a fine line in altered perceptions where we turn you into mugs

Come one come all
never mind, we will come to you
we will bring you bargains to blind you
or come rampage and pick up the latest indoctrination
leave your senses at home and no moral compass allowed
let us do all the selections for you, instruction Manuals get for free
we stock the best delusions, we'll tutor you in how pyramid selling do
radioactivity our game, psychopaths *** sociopaths is our moniker

Come open your eyes
come learn how to create chaos
see how we pull rabbits out of a pumpkin
and make dummies out of you all with your glad consent
we make it up as we go along and give the frustrated a raison d'etat
the weak becomes a seasoned bully, the nutcases can have a field day
come buy our wares nd become obsessive fanatics n ripe cowardly lot
we will teach you how to rob and then drive your victims insanely mad

They are inadequate and insecure
Those poor lot who never got it right
Minds befuddled, no grace nor talent for sure
Want love but it's never real and day is always night
Superficialities and pretence is all there are on their shore

So these sad lots find pleasure in destroying things
Body full of drugs n sorrow, something's' always  wrong
Negativity their wont, misery and menace in their everything
All that is good is tarnished, strength and confidence are wrong
Their happiness eclipsed, mind diseased, knowing stained loving

See that precious diamond glittering sharply bright
No say our lots, that just a piece of old hard stone dug up
See that lovely rose in pristine bloom in lovely summer light
No that's just an ordinary dead flower with thorns in a big cup
Sick downers whose glass always half empty with sour snakebite

They own ignorance and bitterness in droves
Always envious and jealous the inherent bent of the warped
Intimidated by excellence, mired in dishonour like putrid cloves
These nonentities crave attention in ignominy like neurotic wasps
In enlightened riposte - class is permanent and crying is not for doves

It's my space, it's my space
get out, go away
they are everywhere
they're taking my toys
they're playing with my toys
they take everything from us
and it's our ****** space

I can't talk to them
they beat me up
some carry knives
am scared of them all
they can fight
and they beat us up at school
my father is scared to
mum too
they are everywhere
brown, yellow
all colours
and it's our ****** space

but they take it from us
like it's their own
I am really scared of them
so I always try to be nice
but all the time I am scared
they do all we do
and do it better
its our ****** space

BUT...there's one we got

not like all the others
and stays alone
so we tie up quickly
and we all gang up
ha, we got brave now
Yippee...revenge is sweet
let's all go kicking and battering
it's our space, it's our space
Yes, let's take it all out
on this one
it's just one
its our ****** space

BUT...oh ..oh....oh
even ****** one is still too much
we're trying
but.....oh...jipes,
we are just ****** cowards
let's face it, we're snivelling cowards
and it's our space
its our ****** space

MUMMY...sob...sob

Stop crying and fretting little men
there's enough room for you all....

When fools are bored they want to play games
Little minds rattling around in hollowed brains
With little ideas fit only for the grate that flames
or just so juvenile it washes down the ***** drains

A coward who is an asinine is looking for fame
The moronic dregs is gripped by internal pains
In hot despair where's the edifying hero to blame
a louse journey is misery in the third class trains

A product of strife and born ingloriously in shame
Unbearable angst that betters ride limousines in rains
Able to attain and retain because dragons they tame
for our fool's soulless paleness begets life in chains



Copyright.LaurenceA.3rd Aug 2018.All rights reserved.

I will not attend The Stealers Ball
even if Venus is there with Botticelli's maidens
all in sheer chiffon and the flimsiest of satin and silk
with gilt-edged invitations to dances in scented gardens at dusk

I will not come to the discuss of knaves
though the best tales and most colorful reveals
festooned barbs and tomes in mendacious lyrical myths
are spouted by miscreants and rapscallion in odious delight

I will not imbue Bacchus's finest brews
from opulent vineyards fertilized in blood & sweat
the ripen fruits on stained grapevines in chalky's domain
where moors are furrowed ploughed & scattered for masters tables

I will not be entertained by magical displays
the sleight of minds and the rats in toppers and tails
hood-winkers wares arrayed ingloriously in snow white cloaks
peddling to the sightless wringing communal applause in dungeons

I am not engaged with the whimsical maladroits
stages are theirs as are the drama in Le Cimetière des arlequins
where the walking ghosts in ghastly laments barter fares for Hades
I will not fall or sink neither will I fear for I have no blood on my hands

In insular paleness
drunk on indulgent arrogance
sloshed in jingoism of limeys incandescent with entitlement
they scribbled their scripts and laid tracks for their memorials
chorusing punk songs for punks while standing in sightless mirages
seeing is not theirs in this drama of madmen, dogs and the midday sun

In this isle of Dogs
birthed in fevered mental omissions
the witless cooked arsenic pie and mash feeding their kit and kin
we are pirates from the streets rings out in rallying calls shamelessly
while another deranged faction chorused 'we are Robin Hoods we are
and we see the dark Ages in the twenty-first century as Neanderthal minds frolic

In the green and pleasant fields
the sheep are fed hallucinating grasses and lying lilies
Simple minds sing Ballard of the Streets and Ghost Dancing, on loop
the rabbles, the Protection Money Racketeers, the Thugs and Pirates
with all the sheep became members of the Trade Union Congress
and in the bay of Pigs they are minting badges to honor and praise
People power

If you could peel them and expose their fears
you will know why they fanatically hide
and point their fingers to besmirch others
as they quake inwardly to cover their shame

We know empty vessels make the most noise
the higher mind seeks to shed light on truths
germinate fresh ideas and seek worthy knowledge
whilst the dense and dark mind deals in chicaneries

Nothing we do makes us real. That which is real makes us do
It is by their words and deeds that they reveal your darkness
Haunted by truth and realness the fakers quake and hide in sin
dying each day and every minute, the walking carcasses of Hades

Watch them point and smear innocents and the Light they fear
their cursed fates, sorrows and miseries churning in boiled souls
Mired in denials  projecting onto others, miseries seeking company
prisoners of their secrets and fears, knowing reckoning will come

Intelligent, self-assured, confident and up-standing
good education, honest, hard working and charming
wise, matured, emotionally intelligent, suave and polite
balanced, wholesome, loving and caring......
an adequate man of all season
a man of impeccable character
what's not to hate, tell me

Show me another one like him
show me nobility at its best
show me a man that children ad animals take to instinctively
show me a smile and sense of fun that's so disarming
show me his attentiveness and riveting conversation
an adequate man of all season
a man of impeccable character
what's not to hate, tell me

oh, how we hate, hate, hate
talent-less and mediocre
inflicted and conflicted, moronic simpletons
cowardly, ignorant with no charm or grace
plain, ordinary, unimportant and insignificant
What's to love about such mediocrity, what's not to love about us.

inadequate s with little saving grace
characterless or dodgy petty criminals
asinine, imbecilic with programmed default minds
incapable and unthinking puppets
what's not to love about us, tell me, what's not to love about us

YEAH LOSERS, WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE ABOUT YOU!

In 1937, Winston Churchill told the Palestine Royal Commission:
"I do not admit for instance,
that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians
of America or the black people of Australia.
I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people
by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race,
a more worldly wise race to put it that way,
has come in and taken their place.

Of course, no wrong was done,
the stronger race, the high grade race
with the sense of Entitlement and the weapons
to ****, can do no wrong.......How can the master be wrong??

The high grade race that burgled me and my wife
did nothing wrong, it's their right to take as they please
and of course being worldly wise
it's perfectly right and natural that I should
be victimized, discredited, hounded, harassed
slandered and defamed for speaking out

How can the master Race be wrong
It's got Jehovah Witnesses, its got all
the other races, black Asians, Arabs, Jews
all of them agreeing and supporting the fact
that it's OK for the Higher-grade race to steal
and the gang-stalk you Black-male and female
if you dare protest.

Any fool can see this is an Historical fact
The Higher-grade race can do anything it likes
A stronger race, a higher-grade race,
a more worldly wise race to put it that way,
can come into your home and take and take anything.
As simple as that...

Dare you talk or protest and you will be erased
and your life made a living hell
And to rub salt into injury, we will use your fellow blacks
and all the other inferior races to rub you out forever.

They are The masters and rulers of all the races.....

I do not live from my eyes
I do not see and crave what I cannot have
I am not a thief that sees others and want what they have regardless
what you have is yours, to keep and with as you like
I do not know how you acquired it, but I'm glad for you
I don't want to steal or damage it, neither do I hate you for it

I do not live from my eyes
I don't know you from Adam or Eve
I do not undress Eves with my eyes, I need intimacy and connection
to even bring you into my thoughts much less my imagination
I'd rather watch some **** than fantasize about a known person
I cannot have that way in real life, that to me is just plain silly

I do not live from my eyes
I cut my coat according to my size
that way I do not steal or demean myself in envy and jealousy
neither do I hate you for what you have, I too own things you don't
I actually congratulate men with beautiful wives for having
good tastes. Yea its wonderful being able to feel good for others
whilst always appreciating what I've the opportunity to own as mine

I do not live from my eyes
I know to own, means to earn to own
Like millions of others all I want are what comes from my sweat
Do not tar me with your brush, your fantasy and drama are not mine
Your viewpoint and expectations are yours not mine to share
From your knowledge and culture I will only take what is real
and true to me. I do not live through your eyes........

A wonderful fable the hussies told
laying velvets over their heinous felonies
in gainsay somersault and agile twists
the innocents become the villains
and The Wigan Piers Boys rode into town
the **** came riding in too
pulling alongside the blinded and the dumb
it were the age of treasons and discontent

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the death of hope and progress,
it was the seasons of lies and slander

It is the time of the mocking birds vengeance
the vendetta of rogues, knave, charlatan and the twofaced
and the vixens and the serpents whispered eulogies
meant for their fathers, their men their brothers and their sons
but it was never meant for the blameless man now in their gallows
they danced and smiled at the kangaroo court and cast their verdict
The Wigan Piers Boys and cahoots then consulted the unions
and the return to Wigan Pier with no parole and hard labour
It is the age of Revolution when faultless innocent man is hanged


Lets learn a little

https://youtu.be/l5baKXjdSjg

CHRIS and a Family...the local area crook family
heard I was an African Prince
Confronted me and said I was rich and should't be living
on a Council Estate, said I was privileged and thereby a parasite
I said Africa princes are merely ceremonial, no riches
They said I had to pay money to them to keep this a secret
I said No No No No

They said come when my wife is out and you can have fun
with Chris and daughters as Husband was always in jail
just bring the ***** and a little present now and again
I said No No No No
they said I think I am better than them, think I was beong high
and mighty
They said I was doomed
I said do your worst, I have done nothing wrong
They said when they finish with me I will wish I was dead
They stated a campaign of intimidation. break into our home
and stole our properties, they killed one of our dogs, left racist leaflets out side our door and even spat on me at times

they called in their contacts, they were connected people
they had the Criminal gangstalking crew and the grape vine
they began their insidious campaign
The local East End Mafia were called in, the Racists fronted the show.....he scene was set for staging and framing—or B&B!
Baiting&Bashing


The intent is to destroy the target’s reputation and thereby destroy the target’s relationships with family and friends, employers, co-workers, doctors, teachers, therapists, and others. The intent may even be to force the target to leave the community, put the target in prison, or even **** the target. As with so many things involving Psychos and their typical inability to understand or respect boundaries, there really are no limits. They will use basically any means available to them to cause damage to their target, including denigration, endless disparaging remarks, fabrication, false accusations, and even teaching others (including their children!) to lie on their behalf as part of their vilification campaign.

............

Denial – playing innocent, refusing to admit they have done something harmful.
Selective Inattention – playing dumb, or acting oblivious; refusing to pay attention to anything that might divert them from achieving their goal.
Rationalization – making excuses or justifying their behavior, often in very convincing ways.
Diversion – changing the subject, dodging the issue, distracting us from the real problem.
Lying – deliberately telling untruths, concealing the truth, lying by omission.
Covert Intimidation – intimidation through veiled threats; hints that “it’s a tough out there.”Terror campaign organised
Guilt-tripping – using the conscientiousness of their victim against them to keep them self-doubting and anxious.
Shaming – using subtle sarcasm and put-downs to make the victim feel inadequate, unworthy, and anxious.
Playing the Victim Role – playing the innocent victim to elicit compassion; convincing the victim that he/she is hurting in some way so that the victim will try to relieve their distress.
Vilifying the Victim – making the victim the “bad guy”; pretending he’s only defending himself.
Playing the Servant Role – disguising their personal agendas as service to a nobler cause.
Seduction – flattering and overtly supporting others to get them to lower their defenses and be trusting.
Projecting the Blame (blaming others) – shifting the blame, scapegoating.
Minimization – a combination of denial and rationalization, “making a molehill out of a mountain”.

The type that given credence
to the gutter dramatics of low-scale hybrids
or bothers about the malicious tirades of the semi-illiterates
or is fazed by the odious antics of the afflicted indentures
would be the type that had been subjugated to that evolution
and had grown eaten and slept alongside them in their sewers
such type would have either died, detained or fled long long ago

As it is I see what ****** ignorance
social and educational limitations and stunted minds does
I see how shame and guilt fights tooth and nail to hide
and I see how moral and ethical bankruptcy buoys weak witlessness
I hear them talk yet do not understand their street lingo
I see desperate acts by desperate nobodies yet it means nothing to me
though rather pitifully one senses their dire need to always battle
they all have a perceived complex of being slighted and thus
nurse the belligerence to always over dramatize and over-compensate  

I am far from numb or insensitive
neither am I a ******* who welcomes hostilities
but since I have not deliberately courted their displeasure
other than confront a gang of thieves and extortionists who swore me
vengeance for daring to call them by their professional names
I see no reason why I should fell threatened or intimidated by morons
dare I call their acolytes, errand boys and vigilantes by their expressed acts
And the truth is I cannot invest my valuable emotions on acts
and behaviours that mean nothing to me
If it truly did would I not be dead, detained or have fled by now
you betcha!

Divide and Rule
the heinous ploy that saw The Boston Tea Party
and made the loss of a continent to the crown
divide and rule
and leave the legacies of war, corruption and death
millions perishing and nations and cultures ruined
Divide and Rule
The Raj came and went and left a prosperous Nation
split in two
At war today as when lines were drawn and poison sown
Divide and Rule
and today in next door land of Sea and Leprechauns
a divide still rages as brothers and brothers set to war
Divide and Rule
everything from Religion, race, gender, ***, creed, minds
hearts, nothing is spare
and they glorified and did as they could and took as they could
and they sold it into the hearts of their own and called it
blue and Red, poor and rich, black and white and put it in their water
and rabid Hate became a gene in all of them in mindless throes
Now the Hens are coming to roost
Europe is aflame and trenches dug again
At home brothers are fighting brothers
neighbours are at war and businesses in panic
the Nation divided, the people divided
we shall reap what we sow in re-visitations
And in the little picture of little minds
a ****** wakes up propagating divisions
between two ordinary humans he knows not
who neither harmed or offended him and he has never even met
And sadly and pitifully
He knows not that he is very sick in mind, body and soul........!