In real time
in my real days
I always seek and find
the real realities of the real
and more often than not, they're cold and blunt
glaring and snarling it stares you in the face unflinching
vividly truthful and a hard taskmaster it lays it bare and real
take it or leave it, buy it or run its up to you for I'm always here

So in real time
and in real days
I stood my ground and faced it
show me all as the are I want to know
Reality yanked me in and laid it out bare
open your eyes it commanded and see me for real
this here ain't no bed of roses and we don't deal in lies
we see things for real ain't no dressing up or sugar coating here

Well in real time
and all ******* days
I became a disciple of reality
see all as they are and says all as it is
but I immediately realized in great surprise
that most out there don't do reality but worship delusions
foolhardy in tinted goggles they lie, hide, avoid, deny or reject
in staunch weaknesses they see what they want to see regardless

And in real world
in real dos and don'ts
nothing but nothing is as real shows
peoples, child, enemies, friends lovers, cats and dogs
meeting, living yet bending realities in each and which ways
thieves are heroes, deceivers are true lovers, liars popular sages
wrongs spun to rights, lights dimmed an reality messengers killed
and all in ankle chains and handcuffs see hear take and give as they see their realities..........

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....

A being with hackneyed obsession
shows a lack of wholesome progression
and proclaims to light of thoughts a regression
lesser senses and a missing link to enlightenment and passion
the superfluous dilettante overcompensating inherent omissions
id of the heathen assuming superego parlance in rut manifestation
peel the scales from mental specialist eyes and expose anachronism in gestation
the obsessive pretentious seeking adulation to hide a hide with no sophistication

simple wiggins from hanky panky
lucre snatchers, con artists and hatchet jobbers
conjoiners fleecers and dastard pirates and blighty racists
all in the mix waiting for a fix to put the licks on an unexpected brick

simple wiggins twisting and turning
crooks from nooks and dopes with hapless hopes
takes on a softwood that turns out an oak that's no joke
now they're all in a tizzy frizzing and frazzling in dazzling dizzy

simple wiggins confused and nonplussed
flinging pans, pots an kitchen sinks cause they're ****** finks
plans astray and lies exposing they're decomposing pansies in panic
shamed, belittles in prattles, rattling as dumb cows in stinging nestles

simple wiggins oafs without loaves
liars and shysters wanting unearned pearls and oysters
foul bullies in foul follies ganging a set-up con for purloining lollies
using all fooled cannon-fodders as watchers, informers an performers

simple wiggins thieves and chalk scums
go dig your rig and rind your grid for your putrid grimy tosh
undermined criminals in urinals politicking garbage to your trash
most now see your game for you're lame in your shameless lanes

Remind me of my smartness
how I played plotters of the grid
while planning formation I was yawning silliness
stuck their laughs in throats and made them swallow the bride
show me the bride and I see a dud puppy held in stuck surprise
and the dumdum apple tasters of Eden still think they rule in air

Flowing in delusions and empty dramas
they tarry pointlessly as Eskimos in white snow blindness
too vacant to think, too frustrated in the neurosis of shame
mired in falsehood and mudslinging the eggs hang on ***** faces
no marks playing mind games become mind playing them like fools
the pettiness of petty minds too petty to register for Registrar above

Comprehensives garbage's galore in full fool-dom
reared on ignorance and muck hyping nonsensical illusions
warped mentalities meet hate meet envy stirred in inferiority complex
under the tutelage of thieves and drunk on covert racism shamelessly
says class war from soap-dodgers and failures called anarchist today
go see how foreigners fill yon universities and see your future Rulers

Indulgent petty fries and boiled sausages
yobs chavs in affray dreading the rise of talents and excellence
stop me but there are thousands going places while you stack shelves
anarchy yourselves to beg sicknotes from the Asian doctor classmate
as you limp in all wrinkled and grey aged thirty and six yet in prime
misspent youth full of hate, jealousy and envy now on crutches
where your voices of revolution or are you now Anarchy extinction

And with a bow
and the flourish of snake-oil merchants' panache
and without an iota of guilt
but with malice deceits and criminality aforethought
the knaves charlatans and reprobates
went to town and sold the gullible villagers a cloned Rolex watch
look how it shines
in lustre royal gold
ain't it precious and oh so precocious
go hang it up and wind it up at your pleasure

And that is exactly
what the gullible villagers do at their pleasure
how can anyone tell the difference
between a fake Rolex and the genuine one
if they've never seen owned or used a real genuine Rolex before
so in hapless foolery
the villagers have a Rolex
a dude to wind up
and gaily show from pillar to post
and not a single one of them stopped to question if its real

Tis parable of times
well versed to the purveyors of sleight and chicanery
a sellers market for gullibles' abound
begging to be fooled ready to believe anything
as the cloned Rolex glitters its their money talking
if it doesn't they haven't polished enough
if it stops they haven't wind enough
if it mistimed just shake it
we script the instructions which villagers is to know better
the villagers are controlled
comrades in crime selling snake-oil is an art

Oppose, oppose, oppose........
Anodyne fanatics stuck on illusory re-imaging
worthy pursuits hard to find in mediocre minds
Reality too uninspiring for ants in fixated hiving
oppose talents for we are weak and the glares blinds

Oppose, oppose, oppose........
Handlers and Controllers have washed our brains
It comes easy to those that had a silver spoon to feed
Current Home Sec an Asian never opposed so no life in drains
While we oppose and scream and **** with weeds

Oppose, oppose, oppose
We come from the hood with absent fathers and mothers
No real love anywhere, why should we let others love
We make babies, give STD and move on next to another
Don't talk truth to me, mediocres don't do rise above

Oppose, oppose, oppose........
We are all liars cause the truth means nothing to us
Its always us and them when you're born stupid and in hock
Can't fight my way out, leave that to Alan Sugar or a horse
Just join the mob and hate successes or stand there in shock

Oppose, oppose, oppose........
Just make it up as you go along, call an acquaintance a lover
Spend useless time creating fantasies in your empty heads
Make multiple accounts and write nonsense, it's no bovver
I wanna be like him but can't ever be so Hate like the Reds.

Oppose, oppose, oppose.......
That's all I am worth, a fodder to make up numbers
A brain washed fool, fighting a useless battle or else I think
Thinking sensibly we cannot do for it reminds us plonkers
That we are just another brick in the wall and we need a shrink

The gangsters of Crimson
tell us please about this Doubts malarkey
oh you Guvnor of the Eat End Mob

ye Gotcha, come listen..matey

we ain't Crooks, Con-artists and Extortioners for nothing
we are smart cookies, been in this game all our lives
listen matey, hear me
know what we said, slander is the main leveler
That patsy we have the contract on
the man is as straight as dye
innocent as the day is born
never did a thing wrong, no dirt did we find on him
decent nice upright upstanding fellow
as nice as apple pie and iced cream

But he had the gull to diss our trade
yes we are thieves and crooks and all time rotters
but he said he would expose us after we robbed the ******
others don't say ****, just claim insurance and shut their gob
but not this sunshine, the ****** called us out
he din't pay protection money
then moaned when we rob him blind, now he gets the treatment
don't mess with the Guvnor ye Mr Righteous

We have ways, first thing is to discredit the ******
its Character assassination, public humiliation, we ruin his life
so we slandered him from here to Timbuktu or where the darkies are
we told high tales and hyped the hell outta that patsy
you know how good the ******* are in spreading malicious gossips
we paid their leaders and sent them all out
wow! did they do a good job or what. it went down a treat
the punters swallowed every word, every defamation stuck like glue
even his mother would find it hard to love him
hahaha...think he could stand up to us

after all that malarkey and mud throwing
we now have to stalk and hound the ****** and make him loose his mind
Now listen here, you just can't go to the stupid punters
and say, hound that man, they ain't that stupid
so you give em a good story, nice fake news in juicy wrapper
you create a false scenario, nice word eh, got that from the TV
anyways, you sell the dopes some fake scenario
then tell them you are controlling the mud splatter royal star
tell the dopes anytime they see him they must do this or that
you get the demoralising mob trolls to write dirges and *******
till the day is long, tell them they are putting doubts in his mind
planting seeds to haze, hanker and give the ****** grieve
cause they are confusing him, as well as invalidating the c--t

You see bozos, what we are doing is relentlessly mobbing him
getting at him, snipping and chipping away, wearing him down
make him feel the whole world is against him
leave him isolated, friendless, hounded and helpless
we must make him **** himself for he is a non-criminal grass
and that's how we sort those goodie two shoes out
we poison their world till they poison themselves
we use the punters to drive him insane

Ah, clever or what, who says crooks and villains aren't clever
we are manipulating the stupid masses and they are eating outta our hands
we make them believe false scenario, get the numpties to do silliness
watch how they go for it, all convinced they are doing solidarity
listen my son, the only education you need is no ******* university
come learn from us, the people or punters, call em what you will
are as dumb and brainless as jellied eels
You steal their brains and their stupid minds
an tell them you are teaching them how to **** royal mind
they can't wait to cast 'doubts' on fuckall nothing doing

We know the game, we know the punters
that poor patsy hasn't got a chance
I tell you what though
this contract is the hardest we've ever done
we've put this ****** through the mill for yonks
given the whole nine yards and more to push him over the edge
Yet, the ******* still stands, laugh and even talk back
******* heck, this man must be an alien.......

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!

Perhaps the poor ill-bred
get used to a repetitive life management style
despite and in spite of
maybe that explains why they poor and ill-bred
like a comfort blanket
losers grinding failures and praising persistence
as badge of good effort

So dear delinquents lets read that famed fable again
here we go

Driven by hunger, a fox tried to reach some grapes
hanging high on the vine but was unable to, although he
leaped with all his strength.
As he went away, the fox remarked 'Oh, you aren't even
ripe yet! I don't need any sour grapes.'

So delinquents the moral here is actually very clear
and simple

People who speak disparagingly of things that they cannot
attain would do well to apply this story to themselves

Now delinquents
imagine that same fox now deciding to camp under the vine
and every day he leaps with all his strength
and every day he misses the grapes
and every day he remakes 'Oh, you aren't even
ripe yet! I don't need any sour grapes.'

Some would see that fox as raving mad
some would say he is delusional while some will say
this is just plain straight forward stupidity

Now lets look at those poor and ill-bred people who like fox
do the same as fox does every day
venting cursing and  speaking disparagingly of a person that
they cannot compare with or ever match

to these poor and ill-bred hordes
some would say you'd be better deployed trying to improve
yourself and your lot
these pathetic wretches will answer in defiance
we are sowing doubts, we are undermining his confidence
we are haunting him, we are relentless
We are foxy and he is ****.....

And you wonder why some never make anything worthy
of themselves than repeat the patterns of their forebears.....

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

Daddy, daddy
just saying Thank you so so much again...

in pensive hidden arias
the songs of rainbow trails
in the now and never of vivid clouds
carrying forth whispering rains that stings
in forms known yet heavy are hearts and thoughts
what glory for victory when sirocco hails in sunshine
and priceless reckoning hawks the bazaars of the nomadic tribes

sing me songs of azuris
find me a tent in dusty hapless dreams
for a time but not for ever for ever is never
my camel carries a heavy load I travel at setting dim
the temple gods sleep in Luxor and the Tuareg are raiding
find me in the promised land where the alchemist make gold
name me in your language but honour me not with your daggers

I fare in westerly winds
in land of two suns and fork tongues
taking cloudy covers yet a stranger to kith and kin
in all I trade by batter for in oases there are mirages too
alone and afraid I sell counterfeits and drink milk to survive
buying stories in opaque hues to gambol as sheep do just to live
in ancient lures I  pay while my heart and soul long for a true home

They queue to spar with the Best
hoping for a bit of glory to rub off on them
or just plan acknowledgement to lend some relevance
at least some bragging rights to show off to fellow minions
I touched the hem of his attention and courted his exalted notice
inferiority complex is deep and traumatic enough to defend stoutly
nothing takes away  self-loathing and underconfidence of ordinaries

They queue to **** and poke
in sanguine defense of glaring inadequacies
hate steaming in base vessels of counterfeited wares
unable to reach, unequipped to match refinement and class
what else but debasement, mockery to assuage banal beings pained
the uncouth fundamentals of the ignorant and dense minds take reins
kicking and trashing in destructive tantrums and in idoyne rages of saps

They queue to earn street cred
that badge of acceptance among soiled urbanites
where idiocies are sensibilities and delinquency is celebrated
and sane ambition is a curse while simpletons espouse illogicalities
piffle bravado lacking substance, grade one clowns in battle fatigues
lone coward apes a warrior provided a surround of fellow mates in tow
look and curse as a real man stands alone and has put you all to shame

Leila Navabi accused Mr Sunak
of “not representing most brown people”.

“Rishi Sunak represents a lot of things for us as a society,
not least what Prince Charles would look like in brownface.”

The jibes follow days of online attacks on ex-banker Mr Sunak,
who married into a wealthy steel dynasty.

Senior Tories leapt to his defence,
with Foreign Office Minister James Cleverly tweeting:
“The left really don’t like us BAME people being successful, do they.”

NO..they do not
come join us for we represent you
you are comrades and brothers and sisters
we need you driving the buses
working in the shops
sweeping the streets and dancing about
you've got the rhythms and the moves
sell us the drugs and swagger into jails
you are black why be anything like Lawyers and Doctors
who wants a decent respectable blackman with a Royal heritage
that's not right by any means

Join us and help CANCEL black progressives
who are educated, aspirational, respectable and law-abiding
Viva peoples power...we are the majority
and what we decide goes.....