From start to whenever
ITS ALL ARTIFICIAL
presenting the Con of our days
By
Macafferty and Racist Associates Production
directed and edited by Red Soc  Incorp Ltd
Screenplay and Scripts
by We make it up as we go along
Slander and character Assasination
Misinformation, misrepresentation, misdirection
Lies, Fabrications, distortions, Framing and Sabotage
Twisting, Minimasation, Undermining and demonization
Welcome to a vista of disingenuity
a diabolical creation packed full of the demented foulness
of criminal minds
the appalling manifestations of Deciets and ungodly Manipulations
where white is turned black and right becomes wrong
where we turn otherwise sensible people
into Useful Idiots and gormless Haters
Welcome to the magic of Mass hysteria and histronics
Welcome to the Nonsense Arcade
Come enjoy the thrills of Interacting escapism
and help your local Criminals understand how gullible and stupid
the Nine to five punters are
Manipulate them right and they'll believe anything
and even help you get away with a crimine and condone
injustices
Hey! its the way we tell' em
Its what we do.......

Down in Poplar
near the old bow bells
a quiet man also said something
he told a thieving bullying neighbour
who audaciously without conscience or regard
broke into his house and stole his hard earned property

Down in Poplar
near the old bow bells
quiet man shouldn't have said anything
you see, they look after their own in ivory union
and the quiet man is the guilty one for daring to speak out
so as they told me he has now caught the bug forever and ever

Down in Poplar
near the old bow bells
the Macarfettys rule the roost
its gang and mob rule predators and extortionists
and if you're black you get out of the line and shut your gob
else you're erased, gang-stalked, slandered, framed and destroyed







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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…

the poor racists are desperate
the fooled are waking up
the lies and sins revealed
the racists are squirming and frothing
hiding behind black people
crawling in failure, scrapping barrels
hiding in shame afraid as ever, living in white lies
the wi--ers in the woodpile are honking like pigs

The thieves and Pigs of Wigan-fare
donned togas and hemlock laurels in gutters and drains
come you all beasts of Ingland and be baptised in sins
we're all equal and tyrant man shall be overthrown

Sing our songs and we'll teach you the twist
Magical thinking is a wonderful thing for you farm folks
Who made the Liars into liars, who put words into mouths
trumpeting in shameless disgrace, ours is to to drive wedges

Come study Art , we'll teach you Creativity of the ******
drama an sleath eating your minds, illusions to make you blind
you become top dogs, snarling in power as we leash you tight
while you're planting doubts we've figured you mugs well baked

So beasts of Ingland, beasts of Ireland, beasts of every land
tyrant Jesus shall be overthrown for he is elitist and dangerous
We the thieving pigs are Robin Hoods, come join our brave world
the doors of the theatre of Fools is open, come  join the delusions

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

And they run from realities
the same way they run their superficial lives
they know nothing and everything
and as they run from themselves
they slam into themselves
only to see nothing
only to find something
unknown
they were never masters
only messengers
of the Un-Thinkers and Ignorance
in days and nights in white satin

How we laughed and laughed
hardly noticing the ****** of dimwits
in their ritual obscene displays
of blind archers leading the infantry

How we laughed and laughed
in contempt at the stupefied wet mobs
scrambled brains *******
showing base exposures of banality

How we laughed and laughed
to see droops of eunuchs aping Lotharios
twitching stubs as tools for tools
moaning power to us as green eyes blazes

How we laughed and laughed
its pathetic posturing's of chalked cowards
ochered in snow frost blindness
at the roots of its all is primeval ***** envy

We know causing us laughter and laughter
some will have what you can never have
to be royally gifted is their dreams
to not have and not be is their living nightmares

Man laughs at disgraced thieves
white dregs who couldn't find pride
to work and earn but rather steal from neighbors
he laid their shame and disgrace in their faces

Man walk in glory and success
from his sweat and all he had he earned lawfully
He wears Gucci and shines like morning glory
an upright decent man with courage and bravery his keep

Thieves whites, boiling in shame and worthlessness
decides to discredit and ruin this gleaming edifice
gangstalking is the game on contract of the underworld
thieves, crooks, dregs and lying ******* all from ghetto land

throw mud and pay anyone to join the party of shame
twist facts and bend truths just be sure to paint him bad
we cannot rest till we drive him to suicide or make him mad
get all involved spin the lies and put him in a spin

The white liars and evil minded thieves are experts at this
made him jobless and wife-less, friendless and unsupported
hounding and bullying, name calling and mudslinging
the man must go down or else our shame and disgrace is exposed

they have been at it from 1985 till now, never has this been known
they have used every criminal gang-stalking tricks in the book
that god fearing and innocent still stands upright and in light
I've done nothing wrong, I fear no one, not even the mafia of Bow

He tortured, in pain, crying and suicidal, no way said the man
you are doing all those and more for your consciences bothers
one single man  stands fearless before the mob, thieves an shysters
while onlookers speak behind of that great man that shames these
thieving useless, immoral, indulgent, despicable thieving white

Dregs who steals and cheat and lie and bully rather than put in a
hard days work.
They just don't say it to their faces, because they are all immigrants
afraid of reprisals from thieving thugs and vandal barbarians
They truth is already out there and that man won the moral victory
Behind your backs they have no respect or regard for all of you
the foreigners know you are no better than fools, idiots, work-shy scums and thieves, with petty minds and petty lives.....

Its as tragic for you all criminals and lowlifes as that
Put what ever lying gloss you like on the truth.....

Hail us all in our vacuous cocoon
see not the chains we do not see
for in weakness grows our invisible power
as we rile and make it up as we go along
what they tell us we duly believe  
creating our drama of magicians
in our commune of rigged illusionists

Tell us no truth for we make our own
the unreal be as real as we want it to be
its always as we see and that's the draw
give us no minds to evaluate or discern
speak not of intellect or critical appraisals
in our lowlands of monkey see monkey do
good enough for our fathers good enough for us

Diluted information is power we hold
tittle tattle gossips and innuendos rocks
we hold dear our abilities in lies and falsehood
in delusions we trust as integrity means nothing
for a majority of cowards means bullying win the vote
we can make thieves saints and a man a horse
what is honour among thieves psychos and narcissists
we are but a solidarity of contemptible air head terrorists
drunk on fish and chips and bacon butties

The activists indoctrinated and brainwashed
spoon-fed lies and distortion
were mere puppets doing as they were ordered

It is a campaign by villainous corrupt bureaucrats
to cover their misdemeanour
smearing and discrediting the truths is their defense

The activists are expendable and can be expunged
they are pawns and useful idiots
in the scheme of things they are collateral causalities

As in covert operations activists can be discredited
used then thrown to the wolves
clever activists know to feather their nest in return
its not nothing for nothing

The compound fools are the thugs runts wets and loonies
who are cannon fodders on acid
and are without sense worth or value knowing nothing
copiously fall in and do just to do
celebrating fallacies falseness and idiocies like festooned *****
at a dig-your-own-carrots farm

Cripples of decadence wax lyrically
scripting forsaken dirges
mined from venomous hearts and empty souls
the messages in bottles
floated from ghosted emotions in frozen minds

they hawk a trillion takes on takes
easy cometh and easy goeth
and all around lays the wealth of their discontent
fickles' in feckless loving
know all about the bitterness of meaningless trysts

five papas to one mama is not unusual
in the jaunts of disposables
dancing through revolving hearts and thighs
tis the age of trials and errors
where staples are fodders and standards judgemental

so Cripples of decadence wax lyrically
to impact wisdom of the crypts
where harlequins mate with Salomes' to birth dopes
the funny haha with malicious bents
who rains doubts best served by them and their shallow parents

Shoals of halfwits and semi-illiterates
submerged or lumpy in dense affray
all  seeing mists fog as they go gaga
hearing music in gaga-speak
meathead lyrics for dunces

befuddled minds see declaration
of intention in sound track fit
merely  ancomplement to ambience
but this was too sublime for drop-outs
vigilantes
and frenzied vacuous minds
ribald loonies only sees genitalia
that's all on their bonces

the bespoke thoughts of twisted minds
capricious heathens' translations goes awry
vigilantes hopping in meltdowns
to show uselessness is an inherent gene
a line begs give my byes to soul and romance
all the village ***** grasped was surrender
all they deduced was romance
ah.... the futility of the unwise
its not only in Wales that sheep roam
gambolling in vacant fettle
most are living in blocks
and they are clothed and shoed

Are they human or denser......

Decent cultured quiet
aren't qualities of weakness
reserved hardworking aspirational
aren't qualities of weakness
independent and self-possessed
aren't qualities of weakness
Law-abiding honest and honorable
aren't qualities of weakness
empathic caring and reasonableness
aren't qualities of weakness
being astute to garner comfortability
isn't a sign of privilege
BUT
to the Mcafferty Criminal Family
raised on Gangsterism and crime
these predatory Extortionists
saw all these qualities as weaknesses
they are going to put the squeeze on
make the offer one can't refuse
or else
Well they got the biggest shock
I refused
I stood up to them and called them out
You're a walking dead they screamed
Do your worst I screamed back at them
No I am not afraid
They have since been very busy
recruiting and running Training Courses
on Prison Culture, Extortion Intimidation and Bullying
Lying, Gaslighting, Fudging and odious Manipulating
crash Course in ***** dealing and Foul play
I hear the Courses are over-suscribed
their punters are all on offers they dare not refuse
mugs and cowards are two to a dime
and so readily willing to be used
fooled and hoodwinked
Yet we see One Man still standing
Unafraid unbowed uncowed
one man
laughing at them all still
I am free
they are not...


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please supply your storylines
parade the products of your bitter imagines
in malice gut your intestines
show rancour and pains governing sick opines
lest we think you have resign
for without your narcissistic fix you will more decline

So come rile your whines
bring your delusions and illusions to dine
stir and mix and redefine
you know you have nothing better incline
your poisonous enshrines
nothing noble wise or positive but your twines

alas your putrid minds
only to you and those of your ilk aligns
thus similarly confines
dare you stop the fools errand you are assign
dummies do not recline
when in crazed stupors have exceeded the borderlines

They called them the chattering masses
says they have freedom of speech but little else
right they said, we shall use that freedom to the fore
so they chatted morning noon and night from dusk to dawn
and they chatted and chatted and chatted and chatted and chatted
about anything and everything including farting and **** and more
and their Leaders says, that is good diversion we have here, very nice
as long as they are chatting they can't see all that's wrong in their lives
they can see all that's wrong with themselves and we keep them blind

She served loyally from day one

played her part so much like a true pro

drank thirstily like all the hemlock in the urn

meted and screamed out the drill right through

earned with gusto her union stripes worn on her arm

they used her in infantile subterfuge like a pliant dough

ain't no fool in the desert of snow this stooge is sharp and warm

i'll count free shekels its survival and advantages to ease the rough

play the fools for fools for I know them well and I'll get what I want

did common sense say in Rome do as the Romans till you get enough

Persistence is the key
but the doors have no key-holes
Leave the child who persist in emptying the ocean
with a tea cup
after enough toing and froing perchance aching legs
and tired feet
will remind Persistence there are keys that locks
mindless doors.......

Digital Digitalis, digitalium, digitalosis
children please see above and learn the first two
then paint me a rainbow in the sky with crayons and pencils
count from one to four five and six and make sure you trust yourself
eat a conetto and learn to speak Italian and sneak in the moonlight
jumble up your minds and do the hokey-pokey we all meet in Green
Digital Digitalis, digitalium, digitalosis, the last two I just made up

The unproven reality of ghosts

absent power of nothingness power

regurgitating chews of bellicose vapid foam hosts

the wishful warped soliloquies of shamed ivories with distemper

Faustian ghosted cowards in Quixotic warfare in indentured coasts

vainglorious boast of patched lepers playing rulers in minds addled

charlatans self mockery in full arousal mimicking gods of jam toasts

They tell the afflicted mugs
this is People power
that they had figured him out
and made him a puppet
and they the poeple
can now pull strings and ****
him about
and have him dazed and confused
The mugs are totally convinced
we know all his moves
we are ****** his mind and terrorizing
his soul
we are destroying his happiness
and raining on his parade
we are doing his head in
this is pysche warfare
No you are not!
You are just a bunch of misguided mugs
and stale unfulfilled nonentities
fooled, double fooled and then some more
by crass criminals, lowlifes and scums
you are just a bunch of contemptible mugs
doing what contemptible mugs do
but then
you don't come from good stock
are wellbred or from a well heeled background
hahaha hahaha hahaha
ok, come on get madder even more
get back to your pysche warfare

Salient fact is
our values are different
so what good are your values
when in acts, deeds they are devalued
mere sham no longer cogent reflecting you
you all walk as hollowed husks in vacuous parades
hawking the valueless musings of devalued humanoids
in your altered states of beings you hide in hedonistic vibes
posture in belligerent poses mouthing indulgent speeches of vanities
the shams in disguises adorned in superficial coats of alchemy's gold
where are you when the curtain falls and the bands stop playing
who are you when the chrome is peeled and the trappings off
if not a patient in psychiatric wards dribbling at the mouths
you're the ideal nurses to cater to your alter-egos exposed
or the raving narcissists gallivanting in full public throes
pontificating, spilling rancid offering of sick minds
the shams devalued gamboling with the sheep
in stupefying arena of their houses of cards
you keep my secrets and I keep yours
here's the blindfolds we are equals
these are our devalued values
have freedom and liberty
humanoids we are
whose to know
ain't we all
valueless

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

The labourers are on the treadmills
all in the chain gangs
doing compulsory hard labour
all sweating obsessively
they are digging for the core
in hard-core
and stripping the vines
from grapevines
and of course
checking on
their mates
at the Animal Farm
its all for one and one for all
down at the olde Red Lions square
they're all hicks looking for hiccups
doing it all gangsters style
sorry that should be gangnam style

He looks below
and sees his shortcomings
feeble and stunted
he looks above and sees his betters
radiant wise and titled
his mind is made up
even before he starts
he will be a blocker and stirrer
a professional downer
the rain maker extraordinaire
that will make him feel good
when he's not fantasizing
about being a soldier
killing and maiming
playing a hero in his head
yes
this makes him feel like he matters
makes him feel brave
the fantasist loser
write again
its a right royal affair

Come on poor peasants
you are on point today, still so much opposition to do
play that chess board in your mind, keep the King in check
sing of **** and rash and big bellies and athlete foot
there's the Italian angle and remember the trust thing
you can't give up now, still so much seeds to sow
be more imaginative and creative
we need the subliminal indoctrination
or else your opposing is worthless
so get to it and create more accounts
and double or treble your efforts

And we blitzed sophistication
with simplification
but only us notice the difference
in our sufferance
though not in the idiocies of our stupefaction
for simpletons do not consider selves introspections
and in our constant reality of discontents and marginalization
we can but find solace in our illusions fantasies and ripe delusions
with simple minds living simple lives we embrace our simplifications

The Karens and their eunuchs
all hail in unholy communion in shallow crypts
incanting the ethos of their graceless union
Thou shalt not live with Truth

From the Hopeless Hospice of Dumb minds
the Red ***** toss deader ideas
and escape to join the craven march
of Limeys preaching for their birth rights

The Fagin's Alchemist dost announced
that yonder Moor has taken our riches
Toy town is awakened the Reds are on keystone duties
flying monkeys everywhere hunting for alchemists' fools gold

We shall do his head in and **** him up
Karens  ****** of deceits and bitter angsts all frothing in slime
baying mudslingers with deadly aims in frenzied *******
in wanton throes they relive memories of the thrusts of Moor's sword

Tis the season of deer stalking and the Fools Ball
madness has freely poured all a heady toxic brew so drink till drunk
the pale oracle sees broken heart pain suffering and a broken Moor
and
we all wonder why the Managers of the Top three English footy Teams are all Foreigners

The Intelligent one
said, I seek knowledge and try to learn
knowing there's more than meets the eye
you're God's nobliest creation and so should your mind be

The sage believes
love, respect, look, listen, learn but above
all, know to own your mind and keep your counsel
for within you is the god you, find it and bow Namaste

The Judge said
patience is a virtue, weigh probabilities
think judiciouly and remember they're always
two sides to a story and even more atimes

The Journalist said
Shed light, truthfully and objectively
tell your story, educate, inform, expose wrong
and never go to print without facts-checking and verifying

The Spiritual Ones say
Love one another and believe there's a
Higher Power far greater than us, be kind, grateful
and do unto others as you want others do unto you and yours

The wise one said
I keep an open mind and treat others
with integrity, respect, due consideration and on merit
but step on my toes delibrately and I will stand up for myself

The Brave one says
I believe in peace but courage and boldness
are essential parts of me, I do not seek trouble but if trouble troubles me I will trouble trouble in more troubling ways than one

The Real One says
I am open, honourable and possess self-respect
and I say it as it is, my intentions are good and worthy
with no ulterior motives, I cannot condone or relate to fakeness, falsehood, chicanry, deciets machinations, superficialities or artificialities.

I am the real deal
I keep it real and you will find me
in all of the above, for our world is not one dimensional
we can soar with eagles and dive into deepest reaches
we carry long sabres yet give the warmest gentlest softest kisses
I am The Genuine Article........

when life experiences and references
are from base level
they tend to reflect floored opinions
and lowdown characteristics
all so asinine and pedestrian
tripping journeys of the journey men

the jaywalkers marching in struggles
alley cats with litter minds
weather-beaten vacuous fluffy drones
bred montages of desperation and rancour
in trysts and twists with ill choices galore
stomping pavements stepping on all the cracks

and their inroad wisdom drifts airily
from the wrong side of the tracks
the wits from shebeen and trailer parks
the mourning sounds of the underground
waves of flotsams in windswept gales
venting for attention in their sidewalk lives

what does it all tell us but their cries
and that  theirs is the road less travelled
where the catcher in the rye finds no paths
and its all to many wall street and yellow brick roads
picking from their flaws and cast chains
the grapes of wrath



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Hey John Bull, have you seen the news
how many men has your mama rogered
how many have dipped their wick in jute
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
for he without sins cast the first stone
when seen in the hay with john
you said it was just horsing around
ai't your papa's sister tripping the velvet
down Waterloo road with Alice from the pub
you talk of others lying and shifting
yet your brother is doing time at he Maj's pleasure
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
you good at pointing fingers, you ain't got no shame
open your door and show us all that stuff
that fell off the back of that flipping lorry
what about the dose you carry
that gift that gives on giving, have you told Mary
that her mother gave it to you last month
when you walked her home and found her
mum do it too while dad was in your sisters room
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
the world and it's sin hang round your block
everyone's got their lives to live and that's just so
so don't come playing preacher man, you ain't
no God squad, just another sicko, like all the others
don't coming singing the blues to me sunshine
Go look under your bed, all those **** pictures you hide
and you think nobody knows that woeful secret you keep
so stand and watch my window and see me moon to you
ain't got to point at others, while you watch your granny
rogering Benny the dog, it's just for fun says you nasty
toerag,
so live in fear and accuse others cause sooner or later
your house of cards will one day come falling down
so you, you and you and the **** preacher-man
go **** yourself and better pray, it's all gonna come out one day
don't coming singing the blues to me, sunshine

Inorganic BEETRAYALL is an amatuerish den-brewed beer
a sham concoction by some asinine metro-hicks and chavs

Its so weak and pueril as in made by bleached dregs for dregs
and only one like brainless moonshiners would buy this

Its so frothy and dense and a telling reflection of its Makers
as are all the other products by this Really Useless Group

In anodyne suspended disbelief they coralled some sheep
as propagandists to blah blah BEETRAYAL repeatedly

God knows how many times down the lines they still can't see
WHAT is inorganic is not REAL no matter how many times
you parade denseness and artificially infused BEETRAYALL

And anyway with all your bribery coercions and intimidations
people can tell and see you are nothing but a bunch of fools
peddling hogwash and bleached acidic moonshine

BEETRAYALL my foot, you've betrayed yourselves!!!

At GMT zero zero Twenty God-knows-when
the Lemmings' News announced they have all the facts
there sits Chief Broadcaster, Ms Lemmings Red
the renowned purveyor of loony news
the wonkier, the more far-fetched the better
the red light is on, we are live on Air
and so they roll
the messages and news for lemmings by lemmings

Now some one pray do tell me in earnest fare
cause for a pretty second I truly did ponder their ongoing scope
but finding it quite meaningless ignored henceforth
for what merry business is it to me
the love life or romantic dalliances of a stranger
what interest me if six seven or ten swing with Eros
or petals meet petals in gardens or roof tops
for certain I know this got nowt to do with me

Tell no lies the lemmings do what lemmings do
and Chief Broadcaster Ms Lemmings Red and their station
with no ethics, ethos or integrity follow their lemmings agenda
for fellow lemmings dare not think or challenge the zany news
the world is burning, a pandemic is raving and partying
schools shutting creating a better class of half-wits for morrows
yet lemmings expect me to be concerned about the love life of who
if strangers risk their health hopping and what's not
isn't that their business, what's it to do with me

And she sings of the Reds
the mediocre of our erstwhile times
mandem simpletons chavs and chavettes
Government assisted underachievers
mired in spite and bile

She lampoons the saps
our home grown moaning brigage
lets blame it on the moon last night ya'all
loonies et dross paroding militancy
simple minds' distractions

She says as Aliens know
shows why misery loves company
know cocktail sausages not good enough
ninety seconds leaves frustrations
whats there to smile about

She's on bout Red Robins
mediocre inadequate lowscalers
acerbic haters full of jealousy envy an spite
our ignoramus Che Guevaras
hating venting fuming an breathing toxicity
small penises enraged
our gangs of cowards and bullies can never
ever be happy and real











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Little minds
little tricks
trying to split an atom
as they vaporize in negative eons

Cloaked in malignant evaporation
hiding in stricken minds
emitting the purchased belches of perditions
shamed rashers squirm in rinds
casting their woes of mined trepidations
naysayers betrothed to finks
in the acidic mire of damning exasperations
cloudy dullards minus imponderable sine
impervious to the notion
that
the first condition for Happiness
is a clear conscience