And who would have thought
that harmless fellow
will prove to be such a sharp thorn
in their vacuous brains
and oh how they toiled and fumed
and lament in indignities
prostrating their vices and swallowing
shame in bucket loads
the famed stiff upper lips now raucous
trembling in perplexities
off springs of empires and conquerors
of the seven oceans
now petty guttersnipes swinging handbags
in duels at dawn noon and morn
waddling in moral and ethical bankruptcy
shapelessly embarrassed
they hide in faceless guises shadow-boxing
and in dumb vituperations
they witter its terrorist and guerrilla warfare
oh, how have the mighty fallen
who would have thought a harmless decent man
could cut such a swathe
thru the cosmopolitan of the deadbeat agitators and
fulcrum criminal corruption and vice
who would have thought that good virtue is indeed
still its own rewards

Yes, life can be hard with lots of struggles
sometimes there's just so much on our plate
and time and money always needing to juggle
misfortune and mishaps seeming to be our fate

Stop and see that reasonably good health is the gift
as the wise say, health is the most important thing
think of those managing cancer and other ills and fits
in pain, in fits, restrained, despire, constant suffering

Take this pills, can't eat this, don't do that, do this always
I hurt, I ache, I'm dizzy, nauseous, in pain, why, oh why
a sick cycle of helplessness, all do's and don'ts in the way
and body changing, losing vitality and weaknesses never shy

Not dead yet never fully alive, at the mercy of constant meds
a program to follow, a regime to uphold, things to avoid
worry free fun, a no, no, some can't even find a partner to wed
looks wither, minds confused, fears, doubts, everything a void

A guarded existence, tearful journeys, imprisoned by affliction
happiness constrained, moods affrayed and love tested to limits
why me always echoing and needs, wants a constant distraction
So if in good health, cherish the gift, be kind be thankful, and stay in good spirits

To answer is to dignify the parables of Sodomites
who dwell in the cesspits and speak shitte
for when they see their aimlessness tear asunder
they scurry and tarry tossing logs in their ailing fires
the laughable painful reminders of goods never brought
the scurrilous plans thwarted before it germinated

left ostrich eggs on the Botox a missed faces of ants and maggots
with borrowed pygmies' brains and delusions Babylons lost
their anxiety raised as they wait in frustrated tension
for a lead to give meanings to the mundanity of the lowlifes
A palace acknowledgement is a prize highly sought  
offering relevance to sons and sisters of the commoners

Oh, how hard it is for fools to accept they play a foolish hand
already with no wit, its wounding to let all know it all a dud
more over alas, why must the bright always shine
their uselessness and constantly having eggs on faces is a drag
they said in numbers we thrive but all they do is hop and dive
fools on parade, talking **** getting banged to nothing

hahaha these little pigs went to market
These little piggies want to play Trading places,
Our little piggies has red and trotted with Tolstoy and Trotskyism. ,
Them little piggies lost their brains in sausages and mash,
These little piggies wasted, money energy and efforts in folly *****,
And these little piggies cry "wee wee wee" all the way home
why doesn't the enemy fall and we are always running and doing
stupid things
hahahaha.....hahaha....because you have no minds of your own, that's why.........
Rather than improve your minds, you spend your time full of hate
hahaha......hahaha......hahaha...you came fourth in the election...!
too busy hating the jews and one black man.....are we??

Blame the rich blame the Entrepreneurs and Elites
all you want is votes
Play the masses against each other and plant distrusts
all you want is their votes
Keep them down to make them victims
all you want is their votes
Discourage Aspirations and make them stupid
all you want is their votes
Lie to them with lurid tales fool and blindside them
all you want is their votes
Create doubts instability and divisions amongst the rank
all you want is their votes
Intimidate bully smear and discredit those that tell the truths
all you want is their votes
Hide all your biases and privileges and accuse others of
privileges and biases
Get power, make token gestures, lame others, leave office
and your loot awaits
Severance pay, Resettlement Grants, Golden Pensions
book Tours, Corporate Advisory positions, Speeches and
Lecturing Tours, Consultancies and free Membership of Golf clubs
and around two hundred quid a day for attendance at the House
of Lords
Of course you are not a superficial black man
You are a superficial white man and a superficial labour man
of the superficial working classes serving superficially





IT was a good speech from Sir Keir Starmer at the Labour conference.

OK, there weren’t many jokes. But that’s because he’s not generally a barrel of laughs, is he?

There was, for once, a bit of passion in his delivery.

But then, off stage, we had the antics of the odious Rupa Huq.

The Labour MP described the Chancellor Kwasi Kwarteng as being “superficially” black.

What Huq meant was that you can only be properly black if you sign up to Rupa’s victim charter.

If you’re successful and black and don’t believe left-wing gibberish you’re not really black at all.

Huq has rightly been suspended by the party and has apologised.

But it’s a reminder that while Starmer has done a fine job of making his party electable, it is still full to the brim with racists like Rupa Huq.

Messrs Thimbles et Karens
are we too simple to know the difference
between the home-grown hommies
who you mark
from day one and scoop out their brains
leaving them as the dog beside the gramophone
listening to their Traders voices
stabbing and killing each-others as Traders plant and sow seeds
to divide, destabilize, disorganize and rule
this here ain't no home-grown
not bred to sit by your distorted archaic disreputable gramophones to jive to the ranting nonsenses of nonsensically wet Frosties
my ancestors rule towns
my siblings are men and women of letters with laurels
I was born in a free Nation
and wrapped in loving velvet
I was raised proper and I do proper things properly
I am not one of the tools variety
thimbles and Karens are tools who handle other tools
what's there about them not already known
what's there to overthink






As guest editor on BBC Radio 4's Today programme, Sterling sat down to talk with Three Lions boss Southgate.

Asked by his manager what advice he would have said to himself when he was 19, the 27-year-old said: "Come off social media, don't read anything about yourself.

"When I first came into the team, I was getting man of the matches.

"It was all nice - I was playing for England and really excited about that stuff.


"And then one thing happens and it's constant bad, bad, negative, negative.

"When you're putting this information into your brain, there's only way you're going to react.
"You're going to feel down about yourself, you're going to start overthinking. The one thing you don't want your brain to do as a human being - not just a footballer - is to overthink.

"I'd say stay away from looking at anything in regards to myself."

Sterling, Danny Rose and Callum Hudson-Odoi were racially abused by Montenegro fans in March 2019.

Men, women, the teens with jutting *******
they put the chains round their necks
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
In the mouldy dank cargo hold on galleons
rawhide tether their necks to rusty deck rings
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
In the strangest of land with the strangest of faces
the mother and father of cold harmattan winds blows
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
In cotton fields and plantations where dogs were better treated
and strong strapping men were ******* and bull-whacked
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
When temptations overcomes female gentries into forbidden ways
or the hued rock hard beasts dared refusal and fingers are pointed
the lynching party marches to the sycamore trees
hapless wild beasts are for stringing high
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
When you fool yourself you have freedom, liberty and equality
and you are arrested and as is proper, they kneel on your neck
you cannot breathe
you will not breathe
When they see a black Prince, regal, distinguished, accomplished
they will try to extort money from him, they will burgle him
And if he fools himself that he has rights and stands up to them
they will slander you, defame you, demonize you, harass you They will hound you, humiliate you, torment you, isolate you
and mob you from dawn to dusk
until you cannot breathe
until you cannot breathe..........

“Ordinarily, people are anxious to test their theories in practice, to learn from experience, but those who wield power are so anxious to establish the myth of their own infallibility that they turn back on truth as squarely as they can. Politics mean nothing to me. I don't like people who are indifferent to the truth.”

“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
― Ayn Rand,

― Boris Pasternak
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky,

“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.”
― William Faulkner

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

“I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I'm a human being, first and foremost, and as such I'm for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.”
― Malcolm X

“Be mindful. Be grateful. Be positive. Be true. Be kind.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

In the gangster nation
the red fog of the foggy reds
gremlins of twisted Lenins trance
in cloak of lies and delusions at the long table
all for the one with gold taps and gilded Fawcett'
***** on the muzhik as the oligarchs bow in reverence
and offer millions in protection for life family and super yachts
the gangster Don in gangster paradise screws equality and justice
his mistresses in Gucci Dior and Givenchy sip Bollinger champagne
and the moujik  sing to Lenin and curse the Tsars a thousand curses
its all the fault of the crown
the clowns and morons say
the Gangster Don is the
man of the people
long live the Don
long live madness
long live Nuclear
LIES
long live Nuclear
POWER

Now
I would be intelligent enough
to know and take on board
that enough is known about him
to know conclusively
that such is not susceptible to doubts
or woolly headedness
or the petty insecurities of superficials'
its not like he a thief who robs his neighbours
or some gang-member betrothed to the dictates
of some Mob dons
or some useful idiots not confident enough to know better
or some weak characters easily coerced
or those with secrets straightjacketed into compliance
or the simple followers who go just follow or go with crowds
or the narcissists and psychos in constant needs of narc fixes
or the pathetic haters who hate to live
or the underachievers riddled with self-loathing
so the intelligent observers
will surely know that some people
are centred balanced and assured enough to know their own mind
and trust their own judgements and convictions
it appears though that there are these people
who cannot comprehend this
but then
how can the insecures' riddled with doubts and insecurities
even begin to contemplate this
they only have their own yardsticks to go by
its the way their cookie crumbles

the lit would have known
this is not my weakness to exploit
a game played by two players thrown
deep the water that flows quietly yet runs adroit

talk the talk  and eye the moves
order in chaos is disorder for the fool
why pay drummer to heat a beat for waves
a living heart knows the rhythm of a heart that's cool

looking for meanings to demean
searching for the soft point to drive the blade
adorning  Ganesha with a back face twirling on the scene
with the words of troopers and antics of hims is one to fade

Sang celestial odes in first light
in inner traverse in disappointed revelations
palace within was clay, sand. wild floras hinged in spite
from day two before time fades to grey I saw this is none for nuns

to see this as weakness to exploit
another fallacy of the knowing unknowns
an end game grabbing at a beginning without droit
as is the mad waiter who keeps pouring a full chalice totally out of zone......

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 idea came in a flash
or so it seemed
see how from rays filled morns
to dusky fetching nightfall's
there are hordes cursed to see nowt
but the bad and woeful sides of life
with minds that claims gutters as homes

Entertaining in cesspits
bathing in slurries and muds
like mud larks and swine's
the first class losers of our times
entombed in the cacophony of gain less disarray
the dead minds of the mindless
resurrected in the damaged and afflicted
hoping with *****'s staffs and cloth in cowards rags
baying negativities and woebegone
from here to kingdom gone

So the idea came in a flash
its the age herds and lemmings
drinking at the Serengeti of neurotics
so lets create an instagram account
welcoming lepers and basement moaners
come ye cowards and sados
narcissists and sadists needed
loonies slack jawed dribblers and tin heads
soap-dodgers and undatables all welcome
this is your nirvana
your ancestorial sewage disposal bin
hashtag
Losers will hate

How quaint the sour words of malice
to the Lilithian spawns
how cloying  the lime of the serpents
on blanched furry tongues
how infectious the bile of spiteful sirens
in fermented malaise
its the forum of the lily living carcasses
of the disfigured cravens
where in twisted verbosity heinous lies
are born to recoil diseased
and reinvest in bleeding red curse the linages
that cry and gnash in darkness
how fitting the penance of wickedness bears
the poisoned berries and fruits
that will ominously grace the banquets awaiting
to welcome your sold futures

They are spinning in their bunkers
while reciting the gripes of wrath in self limitations
being bolshie forecasters and white oracles in green slime
they know the know of nothing and chorusing from flat *****
a revolution by pumpkins in barracks of unused opportunities
while chasing their tails and spinning yarns in vain all to no avail
snowflakes snowing the wisdom of those without depths in sorrows
mahogany is the priciest, unfazed and worthy of all attention noteworthy
what have you achieved if not parading that many are ignoramuses
that your paymasters are liars
that many does not mean strength or even unity
but merely symbolizes the cowardly minds of fakers
who sing themselves to sleep while cream quietly rises always
while you all spin in a tizzy barring things I do not want or crave
you...are the prisoners of your needs and wants, you are the jailers
in jails
trapped in your mindless freedom, sharing your diseases 'freely'
I am glad to be left out, glad to be my own person, my own counsel

What we know from the eve of the storm
when changelings dance in absurdities
drinking crimson ivy from façade of dumb
at onyx sepulchre of inglorious vanities

Ghosts in locked chains alas missing form
hock in slime running errands for thieves
hawking fantasies from brains long shorn
lilies floating in mud of unwashed deities

In all spent Tsunami is but drops conform
terra firma knows to give yet finds subsidies
the cabal of the unbalanced is its pogrom
union of discontents under flags of falsities




https://www.tiktok.com/@manfromsomewhere/video/7140618633876688134?

Character...defines us
but
teeming out there
are
millions of characters
but
they are xeroxed copies
not
the certified true print
not the original copy
NOT
the Real Deal........

https://youtu.be/LFOutAqMB_A


The Cancellation
the Why of the why
ain't it just a colour thing
they are doing well and we are not
Chris Joan Tom and Kelly
Linda Cindy n Reds
ivory rule OK?

https://www.tiktok.com/@dgone29/video/7234737686815198490?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&webid=7236816373694826011


I stole from no one
nor covet any of my neighbours' goods
I did not despoil their daughters sisters or mothers
nor *** traffic their lost and lonesomes in Taxi gangs
I worked and every penny was from earnest and honest toil

But hey they decided
I was to be labelled the Germ man
apparently I had dared to thrive on their soil
It was herald I am a parasite ******* from the poor
and behold more wily than nilly I was to lose everything

Without further ado
smears started my name became mud
with due machinations my career was in tatters
poisonous interventions soon put paid to my relationship
character assasination brought disrespect humilation et isolation

I was told I'm greedy
nothing said about ivory victimization
the neighbour that broke in and robbed my goods
or the harrassments bullying and attempts at extortion
or accusation I think I'm better cos I repelled Joan's advances

Past and present
same old story same old heinous ways
cos my colour is different and you have no conscience
you twist smear distort misinform and fabricate to oppress
you renounce the True God to proclaim you're gods et goddesses

Standing, still I rise
in Light my soul shines strong
all you harvest will in time come to harvest you
unreals are masters in knowledge of arrogance and ignorance
my self worth not in barter at the atlar of greed injustice or violence

Randy Andy
he did say quite contrary
to the plebs of wailing baying mob
naff off you ranks of lame unwashed
I may be down and out over and cancelled
but I still dress better than you
I still eat caviar and lobster thermidor
I still drink the finest wines from Chrystal glasses
I still sleep on four poster bed with luxurious Egyptian cotton bed linens
I still have Rolls Royces and grand limousines in my garages
I still have, contrary to your beliefs, more readies at Coutts than I'll ever need
and I have the trust and allegiance of the classy mother of my sprogs
and most important of all
I do not spend my time hating and trolling any body
most especially a mob of pleb loonies and anodyne outdated Bolsheviks
naff off merrily to your workhouses and picket lines
go pick on the darkies, the immigrants and the foreigners
those are the ones, you bunch of lowlifes focus on
as brunt's of your pathetic insignificance
Put that in your ****-pipes and choke on it,
Randy Andy, he did say, and not quite contrary

He identifies as a striaght Man
straight as dye and also a Prince
so all in all without a doubt
a worthy and princely man

in the foams of backwaters
they identify as blind-beggars
and in numbers as cowards
full of angst and resentments

He identifies their problems
ignorance of the bined blinds
limitations of the talentless
envy of furious mediocre

so dim minds in virtual reality
La Manchians fighting windmills
underachievers throwing shades
cooking paranoia to selves digest

He identifies unwoke slave traders'ghosts
yesterdays monsters todays weeds
does your rule and control get to ten
is it not power of brown in your face

they identify as republicans in revolt
witless at the Bastille in people putsch
yet still stand one man in noble grace
as they throw shapes in shameless disgrace
which they call dance of Phyche war


https://www.tiktok.com/@ladyblex/video/7204871921089989893?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&webid=7215739252872627718

The lilies from the common grounds
were *******
flawed stained lacklustre and vibe less
in honesty
voiced these are foul and substandard
the lowlands
albinos became incensed and maddened
turbulently riled
ah! the black rose may be rare and unique
look closely see
the intense deep, dark purple, maroon hue
so vividly majestic
nothing compares toned lowlands albinos
a-pruning we must
bring on the weeds and dry out the soil
leave sunless and
in howling winds and storm strewn isle
crowd out with
Snowdrops, Nemesia and Snapdragons
call the Hellebores
for truly they are the real bores from hell
as senseless as anarchy

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

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.....

Pro-active......contempt
pro-active......indifference
pro-active.­......derision
pro-active.......impact less
is the maths not pro-active begetting reaction
No
not when your tutors are teaching quasi-variables
in abstracts Bombastic-ism
and telling you Trigonometry is a concept in Applied Dichotomy
You easily know you are dealing with imbeciles with Honours in
Applied Stupidity from the University of Fantastical Delusions and
Illusions.

WE...
Chris Macafarty and Family, (Joan, Tom, Kelly)
Criminal Burglars and East-End Crooks Extraordinaire
AND ASSOCIATES....Linda, Cindy, Bill and our
Underground Militants and Nefarious Gangs Family

WOULD

Like to thank you all our Supporters and gang members
for your help and unstinting devotion and endeavours
to our Insane Psychotic Vendetta to totally destroy and ruin
the life of that innocent Black man

Please accept our thanks and applause
So far we have successfully destroyed his career
We have ruined his pristine spotless reputation
We have isolated him completely with no support
And our campaign of relentless torment, taunts and bullying
progresses unabated. Well done to all of you!

Please remember to continually maintain the hazing programme
The Push and Pull must be maintained,
the ceaseless raining on his parade must be maintained.
The trolling must be maintained with added poison

We are doing some Perception Connectivity
(Whatever good that does is yet to be seen as the MAN doesn't
seem to be noticing or able to understand what perceptions
are connecting to what, where or who )
Anyhow.....  
The psychological assaults and demoralisation must be maintained
And please do not forget the sabotaging.

We must however at this stage express our astonishment
that this MAN has not committed suicide or hospitalised yet
Imagine we have been at this from 1986.
This is unheard off and we have put our best criminal minds
to this contract.
We do not blame you, our dear devoted Supporters
We solely put all the blame on Tungsten Granite Mr C Kent.
As we have done from the minute we robbed him.
He shouldn't have been a decent, lawful, hard working person.
He shouldn't be so successful and shiny and upright.

So, we the crooks, criminals and low life scums
of Poplar, East London
once again thank you our dear devoted Supporters and contacts
You are the salt of the earth and together we will rid ourselves
of this parasitic innocent MAN.

Keep up the good work (even though you've been at it for yonks)
Remember OURS is the biggest GRAPEVINE and we RULE.
Down with the Black oppressor

WE Thank YOU the PEOPLE! Viva, viva la take down and shake down!!!

(Please let us know of any law-abiding cultured, progressive
black man or family in your area, to burgle and destroy and take down)

Signed
Chris Macafarty, Linda, Cindy, Bill and All fellow Criminals.
East London Chapter,

Shadow all you like
cause some one else is shadowing
your brains
what are the puppets
who believe  they have no strings
does time stop
when wristwatches decides not to
keep the right time
who is to say which is more au fait
the singer or the song
shadow all you like for in backgrounds
stays the backwards
I am not begging borrowing or stealing

Melted reasoning.......
what is a knife to a tiger
when paws and brutal canines suffices
not to mention the ferocity of powerful jaws
what are nursery Rhymes to a philosopher
or Anderson Fairy Tales to a Monk in the Abbey
where the contemplation of the high minds
dwells not on the Mundanities of fallen minds
not all songs are love songs
breezes can be hot, cold, dusty, clean, light or heavy
just as not all roads leads to Rome
repetition of the lost minds and certainty of fools
vainglorious performances of the superficiality
charlatans in rendition of vaporous noise
the banalities of hungry beasts aflamed
a gnat will gnaw at a Lions impressive frame
with no visible inkling of its presence to the king
a child will grab at water trying to clutch it in palm
only to see it dribble off leaving empty palms again
such is the fool who sits outside a synagogue daily
and heralds daily worshipers with 'Allahu Akbar'
Yes, "God is [the] greatest", mate !
but you've got your wires crossed

All you say will be used against you
and the perturbed miners dig in
the purloiners stoked and give dinners
and the maniacs devoted their lifelessness
paying homage to accreditation warped watch
a badge of honor on an anti-hero regressed mental
as a laughing graced pondered the absurdity of man
is it conceivable to live for three score years and more
and under the neon pollution and madness of Mary's child
and be bothered by voyeurism when clarity rules pristine mind
Only robbers an lepers hide in caves and shadows where winds cries
and the ridiculous read ridiculous news and leave doors open
while the streets hawkers beg to sell their fears to the braves
with generous helpings of ignorance that minds are alike
some heathens with pitchforks and spears chew hay
the modern day medievals with envious hearts
the demos uprising of missing links amass
sick minds long swept in mindless winds
it is not the age of reasoning or light
watch what you say to un-deads
laughing is crying in here
whispering is shouting
and Gentleman Jack
is your bride to be
in this drama
of ghosts
where
fools
are
sages

In clouds mists and fog they inbreed
destined to emerge with colourless faces
in chained liberation and dumb dumbfounded voices
the vainglorious lames are pulled by the chariots of the able

And their angsts are their punishments
as in soulless essences vacuous ghosts breath
shameless in condemnation of their damning history
disquieted marauders plunderers and earth killers in attic furs

Tis the disenchanted snowflakes
Calvary of cowards hiding underground
poltroons playing serfs' Svengali of lower reaches
our renowned narcissists boils and blusters in pearly disgrace

See there the meghan of our time
in gilded acceptance but nay says the barbarians
what galls more than moors cultured capable and able
whence in clouded minds the epitome of hatred is regal moors

homage from ground level
who spend ions looking the rarefied oak
and begging attention in dire desperation
truths not theirs to own, dogs hears only master's voice
a million no's is two million yes's to dogs of handlers hidden
till the fun resounds from aimless plays and senseless gates locked
clowns are made to act their memberships in emperors coat drama
opposing oppositions of oppositions unknown by such opposing
a drama for fools created by fools in fantasists scripted muggings
to train watchful sub human dobermans in grand voyeuristic plays
they toil to infest superior mind thinking they share same thoughts
unable to see the deranged diets fed to the lowly dogs mad keepers
laughter from hill seeing the senile programs of the sad curb-crawlers
spineless  ferals without strength and resilience the inadequate mobs
opposing oppositions of oppositions unknown by such opposing
the clowns who sees Yes's for No's and No's for Yes's in delusions
the sad movement of the cons of the politics of fear and divisions
opposing oppositions of oppositions unknown by such opposing

Ahh.....there there victims
why are you throwing tantrums
poor things,
look, you are flinging your bangles out of your cheap prams
yelling and moaning like the indulgent runts you all are
Is it because
you all have no titles
Is it because you feel so inferior cause you're born
on the wrong side of town
Is it because mama and papa never have enough for luxuries
and you get free milk and free school dinners
Or perhaps, you're mad and angry because papa left you nufink
and the posh boys laugh at you because you're *****
and you smell

Ahh.....there there victims
your madness and anger tell your story
poor little things
look how you struggle in the struggles all red-faced and enraged
spitting fire and brimstones as your inferiority complexes burn
and naked hatred consumes you
you hate yourselves, you hate your world, you hate those that have
you blame the rich and successful
you dream of eating the rich to save the poor
as they tell you, you have nothing to loose but your chains
but you've already lost your heads, minds and inheritances
and ignorance and naked hate are your cold lovers
so go f--k them as they in turn, f--k you up good
you are all victims in crazed passion
Ahh.....there there victims

the vainglorious indulgence of the echo chamber
who in inane vacuity
and reduced to stuck repetition of asinine absurdities
in a chalk cave
now simmers in the autistic trance of adherence delight
in hypnotic repetitions
and caustically embraces what is believed to be
the 'power' of white noise
who will tell a parrot its just a parrot
and that its squawking
are not original
and that it lacks the mental capacity
to be anything other than
a dumb fluffy echo box

" The BEST REVENGE is NOT to be like your ENEMIES "

There is indeed no logic to madness
a man that can't even stand a faint moustache
on ladies
and retches at a crew-cut on a feminine head
is indeed the type
that would turn gay
yes! there is indeed no logic to madness
and the plainest common sense
has been murdered on common grounds
Police say there are too many guilty suspects
its not worth the efforts to investigate
why dignify stupidity

And who would have thought
that nice harmless fellow
will prove to be such a sharp thorn
in their vacuous brains
and oh how they toiled and fumed
and lament in indignities
prostrating their vices and swallowing
shame in bucket loads
the famed stiff upper lips now raucous
trembling in perplexities
off springs of empires and conquerors
of the seven oceans
now petty guttersnipes swinging handbags
in duels at dawn noon and morn
waddling in moral and ethical bankruptcies
shapelessly embarrassed
they hide in faceless guises shadow-boxing
and in dumb vituperations
they witter its terrorists and guerrilla warfare
oh, how have the mighty fallen
who would have thought a harmless decent man
could cut such a swathe
thru the cosmopolitan of the deadbeat agitators and
fulcrum criminal corruption and vices
who would have thought that good virtue is indeed
still its own rewards

I eat only organic diets
artificial, contrived, coerced, modulated
'cooked' or corrupted food is not to my tastes
I leave them diets to the cancerous beings to relish
and I can easily tell the difference after-all egg jokes are white

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

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

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

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