The mob come from ****
and live ****** lives
and their main occupation
is ****-stirring
so they pass on this skill
and stir the little minds
into ****-stirring
who in turn become
****-stirrers
from ***** to *****
that's all they know
its called
Trickle down Ignominy

By the mindless for the witless
**** stirring is the thing
pond life is full of ****
its a gene thing

You won't find ****-stirrers
in Mayfair or Hampstead
the Cultured have finesse
we leave that to
the little minds
with ingrained dipsticks
hence we call them
drips and drabs
and watch them ducking
diving and smearing
in their **** and
Trickle down Ignominy

always blundering in
the ceramic captains of earth
we have it all
we know it all
we **** for fun much less war
yet again there it is
yon herdsmen from the mountains
shows its not what you know
its who you
its inner spirit
less guile like serpents
who crawls to bite
or rings apple luscious and ripe
only as always
roll out tail in mouth disgraced
banished from paradise
carrying polluted cargoes out
but ye gods the captains have answers
forked tongues is best for double speeches
we won the war
we have the honeypot
do as we say and you get honey
and they never learn
that in the mountains and dusty trails
a lone voice said long long ago
man does not live by bread alone

do not drink your bile with whimpers
while your open sores still festers
you know your burning pains lingers
and your crystal miseries hankers

so you kick the rock and stub your toes
whilst hoping to banish your woes
forked tongues twisting in lingo verbose
your allies are your compliant foes

now they see in you the soulless deviants
nowt but contemptible  serpents
underprivileged privileged in bitter rants
our disgraced snake-oil merchants

in absence of substance comes the bullies
twirling  posturing in obtuse folly
rich in selves loathing out to others sully
see how cowards get their jollies

do not drink your bile with whimpers
while your open sores still festers
you know your burning pains lingers
and your crystal miseries hankers

The fakes all line up to jive to the twist
perchance the only semi-skill they claim a boast
hopping, skipping, legs akimbo dreary brains on fire
men, women, boys girls lovers, wives and husbands, oldies even
here they turn, there they twist, we've got a love, so beautiful and true
we've got a life so happy and fulfilling, we've got friends for life
we've got money to do all the things we want to do and more
we've just made love, it was so good, best ever always
Its all a sham, by pretenders in a make believe void
sad unhappy people, hearts heavy, minds a flamed
poverty, debts, illnesses and diseases, pains stored
unstable, unable, drunkards and preaching pedos
smack face and addicts, impotent lovers galore
virginitis and gingivitis, infected tongues too
small ones with money, big ones gone dead
hate and troubles, fears and dysfunctions
riddled the dancers and twisters jiving
but the pretenders are out rolling
skipping and prancing right on
oh, what a crowd, what a time
come join the party and hop
make it up and drown
your strife and pain
haul your miseries
find a scapegoat
this is therapy
for the poor
for the sick
for the mad
for the unhappy
for the depressed
come pretend your bad away
come wish bad for someone else...

What are obvious will always be obvious
the belly crawlers will always hate the talented
the dunces will always hate the brilliant
the underachievers will resent the progressives
the impoverished will hate with passion the privileged
the stinking bullies will hate themselves in the gifted
the underendowed will abhor unlimitedly the well hung
the insipid pale  harbours dark repulsion against the luscious tanned
thieves will hate respectable earners who stakes honest endeavours
the craven cowards will hideously hate the brave and the courageous
the wastrels and drunkards will bloated-ly hate the sober and clean
the coarse and the crude will hate the cultured and refined
the insecure and inadequate will hate the confident and self assured
and the dumbest simpleton knows
that these diseased haters
will say, do, write and spew their innards in maligning, discrediting
smearing, defaming and slandering these shining paragons
that are the banes of their sorry pathetic non-existence
What are obvious will always be obvious

Stealing Reduces A Man

    By the Intrepid Traveller....

"Never in my life have I met humans as civilized as the Japanese. They're the true saints".

During my first trip to Japan, a colleague from the US forgot his laptop at the park of all places. We rushed back there and the place was closed for the day.

Everyone was relaxed except me and my friend. Even the Taxi driver wasn't bothered. He promised to drive us there by' 9:00am next day because Park opens 8.45am.

He assured us we would get it back, that Japanese do not steal because stealing reduces a man.

That statement almost knocked me to the ground, this was 2012 not 1912.

I think anybody who is afraid of making heaven should visit Japan before dying because that's closest to the best humans can get to.

And that will give the person a picture of how organized heaven might be.

These are people who apologize because you heard the sound of their ringtone.

About 90% of Japanese leave their phones on silent mode so as not to disturb the next person.

They all have earpiece and are thinking of stopping having horns in cars because nobody uses it.

Long and short of the story is that we got there the next morning and the attendant took us to where we sat and behold the laptop was there.

It’s not by mistake that they are prosperous. The gross mentality and personality of a people determines their level of wealth.


"Stealing Reduces A Man"- Can we just have this on a billboard in every open place in our Nation?

Thank you.

©️ And Edited


Christine, Joanne Kelly and Tom Macafferty aided by Cindy and Jim
seething with racist envy, amoral, dysfunctional and deranged.
conspired together and burgled their neighbour
the bare-faced thieves  really do not see how it reduces them morally, emotionally and spiritually.
No one is perfect and we all have our flaws but self respect, probity and integrity should be values we hold high above all else.
Shamed and disgraced  they disguise plain theft & create justifications for their heinous unpalatable actions.

Habitual criminals who have been reduced do not care about how low they sink and totally reduced, all they do is look to drag others
down to their levels by hook or crook. After all in satan's democracy there's no room for the innocents.
Viva solidarity..........

Coke addled fixation
barren time overload
time to pick on noire

write scholastic diss
panacea for cancer

malignant fear visits
the troubled erudite
now a pale shadow

my pen my rush
another line of prose
another line on the table
its a daily habit

where's that bankcard
again

A WHITE family of THIEVES moved next door
to an upward mobile quiet BLACK couple
both gainfully employed
they lived comfortably, had a car and had all they needed
Well, guess what......

The upward mobile couple are separated and no more
the man unemployed, hounded and harassed
spotless reputation ruined,
defamation, slander, misinformation and disinformation abound
hatred and petty humiliation meted out daily
isolated by smears, character assassination and fabrication
they want him driven mad, they want him dead    

the WHITE THIEVES are connected
They say this is their DOMAIN, They say they are the real
RULERS.....
They say this is DEMOCRACY
THIS IS WHITE SUPREMACY.....This is how it operates in the UK

When you're being cute
always keep in mind there's
always some one cuter
as you test you're being tested
Cameroon did nothing of the sort
neither did the other one
you were fed a barium feed
to trace the who of the who
now go look up barium feed
and think a little more about
how I made you use yourselves
to outsmart yourselves
if you think you're being cute
there's always someone cuter
play straight I play straight
comme ci comme ça

They want paranoia
they want pain, frustration and loneliness
they want helplessness and hopelessness
they look into themselves
and all these things they wanted
were all already there
festering away in
their hearts, in their minds
and in their distasteful sad transparent souls

In refined gloss
irritants can never be seductive
what graces fools
who drinks venom in melody
and prances in
sightless rhythms in fantasies
of charmless unwashed
contemptible that run the blood cold
nay matter the hues
or size or fetching or otherwise
tell who desires
a soulless hollow in witless trance
who craves *******
when my self worth knows avidly
my truth and my real worth
I hanker not for counterfeit or fools gold
irritants are irritants
afore condemned in acts and gross deeds
not worth a cent
in my head or thoughts much less my *****

Its that thing about pedigree that mongrels could never understand
guess that's why mongrels bark constantly for attention

Overwhelmed by his brilliance
in reluctant admiration and acceptance
they spat out their distasteful putdowns and criticisms
it all overwhelms as they are overwhelmed again and again
by their glaring inferiority
they boil and redden alarmingly
tepidly searching their negative backward minds
looking for disparages and and asinine discontinuance
from their pantries of ******* nonsenses and festering bullshite
to drown out their limitations
for the differences are unassailable
the genuine might of the refined and erudite mind
to the narrow infected musings of uncouth semi-illiterates
the social inadequate muzhiks on the defensive resorts to type
and hauls manure in words
Overwhelmed by the man and his brilliance
its the only recourse of the crude defeated outshone clots
tellingly the more stringent the condemnation from dull paysans
the higher the admiration of the esteemed man that touched their raw
and sensitive bleeding nerves

A bunch of chavs and disgruntles
each with its own brand of neurosis
mundane and insignificant mediocres'
nowhere minds looking for something nowhere
but now they found a true blue blood on their doorsteps
a nightmare edifice that shows all they can never attain or be
the living threat that reflects their famine minds and inconsequential
so bourgeoisie rank and file maligned by their inferiority complexes
declared class war in their little minds screaming majority always win
solidarity of ignoramus is the weapon of choice, delusions and deceits
the stock'n'trade of our lives for they were starved proper breeding
little education, little comprehension never makes healthy minds
just a marauding gang of savages and simpletons venting
vainglorious idiots in crude and coarse pointless affray
in laughable Quixotic assaults and asinine  campaign
in magical thinking they see pain and suffering
doom and despondency, heartbreak and toil
while their imagined victim, flexible
sane, intelligent, smart and awoke
governed by rational logic and
healthy Emotional Intelligence
sees them for what they are
pitiful discontents looking
to vent frustration,
pathetic envious
neurotic dummies
sociopaths and
uncultured
haters
mere
chavs

The barrow boys accolade
and the ladettes accolades
low-downs in down low
they can pull the wool
over the sheep's eyes
and **** them
at the same
time

they say
its their
nature

you can
take the
thieves
out of
Borstal
but you
cannot
take
Borstal
out of
the thieves

the tales of bygone sliming into the tales
of today and to come
same moves different movers

the nearest and dearest you've now divorced
as they denounced you renowned barbarians
with the selfish hops and scotches

So now you're still scramble with trade bags
from pillar to post retrograde
down the well trodden waves of afore

carrying your baggage's of tricks and illusions
flicking forked fangs in romantic allures
remember how we bonded dispassionately in our unequal union
all those yonks' ago

the spawns of Machiavelli now adorns in fluorescent jackets
emblazoned front and back with the capital M
chorusing same anthem as before the before the before
we divide to rule as we rule to divide

our bullies of disrepute now without the gunboats
aims colonising the minds bodies and spirit
same ole same ole intimidate lie manipulate and control
repeat repeat repeat the ancient songs have faded
your begging bowls now cries in needs

in your shallows the mystic afore is lost
the myths of bravery is but the truth that's cowardice
the cheap demeaning sleights of hands denounces you
clever clowns sings La bohème but the audience are laughing
how we fool ourselves to fool others in fooling foolishness

It is of the ole school kind of way
no child of mine hangs out with the cowards and wastrels
call it tough love, call it what you like
but you were not born to sit in the camp of the faceless tools
the blunt axes who drink tears for wines
for as you come of age
you will stand uphill and own your mind
and when Sango shrieks his thunderous refrains
it will be to greet you not to frighten you
for it knows your forefathers from its shrine and it domain
just as you know the kind of blood
that flows through your veins
you are my son of my flesh
not a child of the lost in freedom mothers
begging love to deceive child and man
you are yours and your father's father's father
and in reasons, wisdom and harsh tones
we read you scripts and showed you ways
for you shape samplings
to grow even mighty oaks
so, call it tough love, call it what you like
we raised you to know who you are
the spirits of fortune will salute you
while grown little men weep and gnash their teeth

insular
concept
birth in
limited
vista of
purported
influence
devoid of
objectivity
of wide
focus or
lived
experience
intellect or
understanding
from the all
cats are grey
kindergarten
where only
clouds and
ivories and
clowns in
colonial
pointy hats
knows best

The most unhinged decision ever
a self-serving political faction know for their belligerent bias
decided they were in solidarity with local criminals
and launched a shameful scurrilous campaign against one man
to shift the guilt of **** white criminals and discredit and ruin
the innocent blameless victim who never harmed or stole

Had the victim of this crime been a black with his own gang
this would not happen for cowards know when to pick a fight
the foe they saw was a decent quiet type, studious and calm
to the nefarious rabble of crooks and hooligans this was ideal
we're going to **** him up and do his ****** head in they crowed
you know what criminals do to those that grass or dare stand up

We will make his life a hell on earth, hound, harass, and torment
spread malicious false rumors, humiliate and intimidate the ****
isolate with lies and threats, use blackmail and all things possible
bully, brutalize, haze him, confuse and obscure, sabotage his plans
get renta-mob and mob him, we are the English mob with contacts
this is our manor and that **** leaves town, dies or go crazy

Well so far and decades after decades have elapsed, the **** lives
sees the horrifying devious, evil and wicked machinations of thieves
the extent that guilt and shame would reach to cover up a white crime
perpetuated against a black man who did no wrong in any way
a vendetta to hide white thieves' guilt and silence an innocent man
cause he is a decent quiet black who has no gangs of brothas or bros
this is what happens in twenty-first Century London, this is our age
of equality, diversity, emancipation and civilization.

If only intelligence is contagious
just as denseness readily gains converts
and complexes become ingrained to absurdity
the absurdity of the inability to evaluate processes
the stupefying idiosyncrasies of demagogues and sheep
creating delusions seared into the unconscious traps of the unawares

formula being repetitiveness creates stress by it's anodyne constant
annoyance and emotional disability by its persistent regurgitation s
but see behind that facade and behold the pack of agitators
sad coerced participants with limited nuances and abilities
nefarious designers and the psychological damaged
becoming accelerent to imposing confidence
in just the knowledge that these such deed
confirms and compares givers statuses
unworthy displeased underlings
which in turn begs the ask
how can counterfeits
out do or stress out
original quality
made of the
finest
ever

If inane chatter could ****
the Blighty Monarchy would have died
ages ago
As it is the great Unwashed line the street
and wave flags
Royal souvenirs fly off the shop shelves
and millions are paid
by rubber-necks to traipse around the Palaces
somethings' called Reds
have terminal apoplexies causing red faces
and chase around
hounding African royalty and hollering revolution
Some say its their revenge
on the Zulus who despite heavy losses annihilate
the Blighty garrison and the Redcoats
some say the Reds were driven mad because their
Redcoat soldiers died for diamonds
which ended in Royal Crowns and the royal orbs
the red commoners got little
So to this day the Reds blame the African royals
Yes, its now Revolution time
hehe.....hahaa

How it deranges the stalwarts albinos
from hither and thither wrestling pale apoplexies
on the loose sails the Standard bearer
never one held as cargo for the auctioneers block
see but a singular scholar of distinction
unfolded not in cotton or cane bushes in sweated bow
rather resplendent sublime self ownership
disdainful of ****** wanton lures in porcelain thighs
not in ***** dens nor in hands with knaves
unknown at ale houses chasing demons in fire water
neither seen at toss and turn for a quick buck
a paragon worthy from the high table of the landed
in inherent grace and noble favour
thus to all hicks and serfs the anomaly of our woes
and raging curse of our discontents
in envy they toil as they languish perdition and strife
a moor with more than the wretches
come bear arms heathens and conquer this nightmare
we are the harlequins of animal farm
hahaha  hahaha  hahaha

in criminal's hock

slaving restless ghosts

reverberating themed dirges

from floored mutiny of flawed pocus

shackled in the dire mire of  vapid witlessness

in their majority of woes they find their majority of woes

fickle feeble nonentities wallowing in the obscenities of puerile haze

scatter-brains find futile guiles in hicks' dud armouries

our graceless ephemerals twist in hyperboles

indentured Sisyphus' controlled

toiling at replicating alike

blinded by jealousies

in prisoned minds

The genius is the construction of the blind alleys
signposting the ephemerality of passages
where the ghosts and the retrievers walk
not perchance but daily weekly monthly yearly
dipping toes in murky canals
skipping pebbles in ripples of lores

Here we see Anna's way
to the left is the Unforgiven Avenue
whilst a little further we will come to Black Lane
roll down the hill into Anxiety Corner
and if one walks long enough you will reach Open Door Road
where lies the fields of forget-me-nots in evergreen bloom

So we have our Dr Livingstones in exploration
mapping tributaries charting crumbling sources to K2
crampons  goggles and climbing ropes unnecessary
bare white eyes sees best in white noise and snow blindness
our intrepid warriors are chipping away from Wigan Pier
to the Black Forest where all you know is all you don't know

The genius is the construction of the blind alleys
signposting the ephemerality of passages
where the ghosts and the retrievers walk
not perchance but daily weekly monthly yearly
dipping toes in murky canals and mud flats
skipping pebbles in ripples of folklores

And some confirmed imbeciles
planted seeds in cement
and spend years months and days
throwing in more seeds
fertilisers and self made manure
raining water like crazy
convinced they are seeing growth
in their deluded asinine world
seeds do grow in concrete
cause they live in concrete jungles
some say they see small shoots
some say they see saplings
some swear they see a plantation grown
despite no greenery anywhere
we laughed from the beginning
we are still laughing
for blockheads are still planting
I DOUBT they know
they are mere court jesters
deployed as fools and clowns
oh but they do make us laugh
rather entertaining to see
a needless task
being done like their sorry lives
depends on it
But what lives
anyway?

they say my life is bad
I am suffering, I know no happiness
I am in a circus, sentenced to infinite hell
I just think
I am not a white shameless and disgraced enough
to go break into a neighbor's flat
and steal from them in a society where opportunities abound
you are low **** enough to burgle a neighbor
Nothing and I mean nothing will make me that them
they are Chis, Joan, Tom, Kelly McCafferty of Bow east London
Their racist helpers are Cindy, Linda, The Thomases, Mrs Withers
and the local mob and our Anachist Liars.
Everyone please give a resounding Cheers to them all
Hip Hip Hooray!!!...

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



©

Isn't our job to cause emotional damage
to churn and stir mix and taint
forfeited in the craven of our lost visage
we squabble to dabble in feigned
the remnants of of our insanities in wastage
in porous minds long waned
speaking wraiths from cess mud drainages
base hue-less fluids of the disdained
skedaddled blots in shamed nakedness
ignorance avails the vain
the collective of momparas honouring uselessness

If the highlight of your musing is that
i am suitably unimpressed
and what's interesting is
I already know there's nothing
interesting about you

It was in a third world country
riddled with corruption
rife with bribery
backhand payments here and there
all kinds of misdeeds and misdemeanours
all over the place
unfairness and injustices rampant
To get on
you have to grease palms
to get anything worthwhile done
you have to know somebody or somebody who knows somebody
and be ready to show readies large or small
peoples are suffering
peoples are missing out
peoples are dying every hour every day
This is not right I said
this is unfair and so so wrong
I refuse to be a part of this I said
never!
oh! you'll change your mind
you're only sixteen year old
No way says I
my father has never taken bribes or bribe anyone
yes he's lucky and people know he's a godly man
there are very few of those types around
well I am my father's son and I refuse to be part of this system
Listen, young boy
if you do not join, you will be unpopular, ostracized,
not part of clique, no parties, no fun, and given a bad name
and you will get nowhere
can you not see everybody does it
its a majority thing, who are you to challenge that
I do not care, I said, ban me, banish me, make me what you will
corruption is wrong, unfair, illegal, inhumane and evil
and I promise you I will rather die than be a part of such evil
Yeah, that was me decade and decades decades and decades ago
I am now old and grey
and hey! I have stuck to my guns
I told you I am my father's son........

Its is the twenty-first Century

we are the Woke Generation of now

we believe in the Rights and Dignity of all humans

we also believe that in our green and pleasant island

we can engage in mobbing an innocent man in vigilante power

this is democracy and people power cause majority always wins

So here hail the new dawn for we are the judge, jury and executioner

we should be so proud, we should be so proud we are so so

exemplary

A trained journo
a hack as sharp as blade
with a post-grad from City Uni
seen it heard it wrote it and tell it as it is
but then you come across a series of events of sorts
where even with al your nuance and trained detachment
its so utterly contemptuous that it becomes a non-story
not worthy of being dignified by An exposé
such is this that would even shame a banana Republic
and make Stalin and Pol *** look like Saints
to think we are talking contemporary
the so called age of Enlightenment
the space age our age of wokery and the metaverse
the age of social consciousness
in our new age
to then witness 'humanity' at its uber-gross
mega-stupid
ultra-*******
brightly blinded
stunningly disgraceful
and simply evil
deserves nothing but profound contempt
a story that neither upholds or deserve a shred of dignity
other than to state we have seen the rancid putrid underbellies
of happy smiling people
Ewww.....!!!

How would you know
as you do
that you are being done
when you have never done
what you should do
cause you have always been done
so your doing is you done doing
as you are being done
how can you know
how can you know
you are but done beings
unknown to yourselves

I do subtractions additions and multiplications
every day
but it doesn't mean I remember all the Mathematics tutors
I'd ever had.
Go figure.........hahaha

Hurray, hurray haha ha
he escaped...!
He jumped high over the **** red wall
imprinted with our values of education hardwork and aspiration
He jumped so high over the **** red wall
leaving the Loonies and Militants and the Pointy hats
quacking in their boover boots and roasting in hate dilly dally
He didn't go to live amongst them thinking I am like them
no siree! if you lay with dogs you get fleas
He didn't live next door to ****** alcoholic house burglar
with a narcissistic demented wife and wanton under aged
pregnant daughters, milking Welfare
Krishna forbid, water and oil do not mix
He did not go pick a wife amongst them thinking he could
make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
and real love conquers all
No siree! you will end up being dragged down and be misunderstood
maligned, betrayed and abandoned
A tiger does not change spots, my dear fellow
Stick to your type that's bred with honour, grace and composure
knows all about loyalty commitment, responsibility, aspiration
and social status...remember mothers are invariably always right
and fruits do not fall far from their trees!
He was smart, from the get-go
there before you are the results
The Red wall is made by malcontents and raving loonies
you can kick it aside like withered bramble
or jump so high over it no matter how high it is
you just have to make the right smart choices
and if you have to join a party, pick the one that reflects you
I picked the working people party cause I was a worker
and was raised that hard work pays dividends
I thought meritocracy meant I had to be down with the
masses and just work hard, be fair, kind, considerate and law-abiding, and things will be okay
I was wrong...in hard labour the red wall was waiting......


https://youtu.be/SQTTvehFi5w

Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....
won't stop booing
can't stop booing
we are the booing crowd
that' what we do
boo booo boooo booooo......

figure it out
if we could do better
or be better
do you think
we'll be here booing
it is what it is
Boo boo booo boooo booooo.....