In the late night
the lady rose and asked
where is that wild buck new to the stable
Not there anymore the night air in waiting replied
then don't just stand there the lady said
Go fetch me me my faithful Italian stallion quick
for I must ride tonight and he is mine

Look at me can you not see
I have toiled in the greens  and tilled gardens
have fetched woods for seven sisters
and walked in hissy fit down the lane
my lips are sore and my fingers ache a times
so now go fetch me my Italian stallion and let me ride
he's mine and I can do as I please

That buck in hue of regal coal is wild and strong
an Arab king mare, big and mean, if ever there;s one
with flanks like rocks and a back straight and hard
oh! to ride him over the hills in wanton abandon delight
galloping up and down with my thighs gripping that smooth skin
Alas I fear I may do damage to my fair and tender laps
go fetch me my Italian stallion, my trained and gentle mare

Yes, he will do as told and he's always there
tells me only what I want to hear and never bite or nip
his mane I like and his neigh makes me laugh like a drain
he's not an Arabian mare and enjoys backing in and backing up
grease up the flanks and tell that Italian mare to come give it to me
that wild buck I fear will be too wild, that unbroken Arab Charger
cost too much and will take so much space I fear I may tear and die......

What was never was made what is
in core-less apparitions seeking redemption
fanning disunity in separation as serpents fangs hiss
mired in alchemy of neon laminated Machiavellian illusions
of mice and men in yesterdays fables of core-less ****** excesses

The scripted visions of the sightless
painting portraits in indulgent surrealistic strokes
auctioning misdeeds and cruelties in  tumultuous pastels pitiless
shame clinging guilt becomes the regiments' call marching in smoke
shadow dancing to the malicious composer in lit neon feint giddiness

The Judge jury and Butchers presiding
dare ye dissent a one way verdict from the one track rail
vegetation merges with saplings from grains fermented and pulsing
banquets for the fallen and starved the ghosts holds a tiger by the tail
trials of hot air hackneyed lyrics strewn and drips tirelessly streaming

Hey! come and see
the evaporated milk lot
are prodding and provoking

Ahh...........bless their little socks

Quick create another identity
he's got to get more for his trolling
He's getting confused now
created so many
he's losing count
can't even remember his tag
is it a or is it p
it is both or one
oh heck
he's such a schmuck

Well he's a coward
unfulfilled and can only get any lift
from trolling
so don't judge him
he's a coward, a sad inadequate bully
nothing better to do
an ape without an e....mail
a troll coward of no importance
that's all

they fed the drunks and borrowed money to thieves
it became too much for every week there was something to give
never to be returned or returned and then borrowed again
The givers were quiet and decent hard-workers never in strife
known to go by quietly friendly but mostly kept to themselves

the female drunkards and wanton daughters wanted a ****
quiet man lender come see us when your wife is at work
we could have fun and perhaps a tenner or two just for drinks
no thank you he replied and hell has no fury like a woman scorned
well war is declared he thinks he is better than us so high an mighty

the protection racket began give money or we make your life hell
broke in quiet couple flat and stole, damaged cars and racist abuse
No more of this says the hapless targets I will report you lot to all
no says racist thieves, this is our manor its you to go back to jungle
we will show you who rules and from now you are toast and finished

The thieves says we are going to do your head in, make you paranoid
hound and harass you and breath down your neck the contract is on
know thieves have connections and Protection racket intimidates
they twist your life and lie a million times fooling the unknowing
they frame you and isolate you and all that's innocents is poisoned
your wife will run and friends will abandon you with hate abound

He is just this nice quiet friendly kind man became he's a monster
they thought six months and he would pick his tail and do a flee
the ***** is on, watch the ******* burn or beg to die any day now
I have done nothing wrong, you're thieves racists scums I fear not
Do your worst, come **** me, I'm not your victim or your jail *****

I'm not fearless or stupid nor a ******* desiring horrific non-life
I paid taxes and did no wrong and I believe in the rule of Law
this a civilized democracy not the lawless West with vigilante laws
yes, its a white world, I am minority so you have all the advantages
your racist mindset is your problem not mine, so do your worst

call out your obnoxious Nevs, Jasons, and all the Kapos and sheep
turn the screws as tightly as you can and pour all your **** and bile
I'm not first black-man who has suffered heinously in your hands
you can build your walls and crucify me daily but my mind and spirit is above yours and you will never have them....I have done nothing WRONG ......come do your worst

I have searched within
looked in all the secret places
slashed a mindcheck and cut veins
I have floundered beneath my eyelids
and even scraped the gorges in fingernails
But I see nothing, I have no sight of this thing
So please tell me Wisdom,what does Hate look like

I know none to ask in Solace
the music in my heart had no answer
the Choristers in my garden remain nonplussed
and the nightingales sing sweetly and shake their heads
the meandering brook goggles serenely and without a break
and roses in eternal summer bloom sway gently and make quiet
So please tell me Neptune and Aphrodite what does Hate look like

I look down at the restful earth
In grounded majestic hues of varying shades stays mute
the tall Pines bends towards the Willows and says 'ask them'
for there are weeping Willows, but alas! the willows knows not
breezes whispering from vespers and dales deemed not even a clue
though all about and everywhere, the winds howl but shed no light
So please tell me from blue yonder afar, what does Hate look like

I have heard a merry lot about it
have seen some who seem to know all about it
could tell that all's not well within and they have spirits dark
in talks incomprehensible, skewed and in remiss of passions lights
within me I carefully searched again, looked in my soul and being
I have flaws 'n human as all else but have never met this thing Hate
So please scholars and scribes, do tell me, what does Hate look like

I can't help myself
I just have to write ******* because I have been told
I am a programmer with the power to control minds
My Controllers tell me I must do this because
Some people are just too bright and unique
they said that man is too   are naturally bright,
he is too headstrong.
He maybe too charismatic and not know it,
He is influential to the opinions of their peers in manners
So I have to spend morn, noon and night
writing all kinds of ******* to harass
and they don't even pay me for all I do
I do it because I have nothing better to do
and they have made me hate this person

A Real mind

know the difference between artificial creations

                         and organic manifestations
I don't buy designer imitations
                                                        or
pay the slightest to masqueraders' charade

The fakes have an image to maintain;
                                   Real people just don’t care

                                         and

The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.

All the world is made of faith and trust

and Pixie dust

AND YOUS the JOKES INHERENT
                    Know all about TRUST..............

Inferiors carping
hoping dribbles inflamed
guards wait as I relax
watchers walk and wait in the cold
all on points I waste them
empty nonsense
maggots trying to derange
twenty years and more
ineffective at their costs
all I have to do
is whip out my nine
simpletons go mad
floppy limpy twigs
complex get 'em
Say no more!

YOU! yes you
You can't stop thinking about me
I have infected your mind and your thoughts
As you open your eyes in the morning I will jump into your mind
From then on you will obsess about writing something about me
You will feel listless and distracted if you don't
Cause I have entered your head
I have your mind contained
I move freely in your head
I have become your obsession
When you walk you think about me
When you eat you think about me
In the bath I am on your mind
all day long I stomp around you
You just have to write about me
You have no control over yourself
I have taken over your mind
I am your obsession
I am your obsession
I am your obsession
write
write
write

What else can you do, you can't write profound inspirational tomes
You can't profess average intelligence,
quite honestly you're just a nonentity
I am the important one, I am the ONE that fills your mind
that can inspire you to think and expose the dreg in your mind
And fool yourself you are planting mind worms
ITS YOU THAT HAS BEEN INFECTED
The joke is you didn't know it TILL NOW
NOW YOU JUST REALISED
YES YOU!
YOU CAN SEE IT NOW, TOO LATE
I GOVERN YOUR MIND NOW
IN YOUR HEAD
IN YOUR HEAD
HE IS IN YOUR HEAD

Its not like you have anything to be proud or really happy about
If you honestly did you won't have ME on your mind
You wouldn't need or want my attention
I wouldn't make a single dent in your consciousness

BUT I DO, BECAUSE MY AURA HAS REACHED YOU
I HAVE OVERCOME YOUR PSYCHE
and your mind cannot stop thinking about me
and writing ME, Its all nonsense as you know
But you can help yourself
MY POWERFUL AURA controls your thoughts
and you cant help yourself
You!....yes You
YOU
YOU
YOU
Now write...do it now, you can't help it
You, yes you...I AM IN YOUR MIND

AND YOU KNOW IT..........

All said and done
were I to die tomorrow
I'll still die a better man than you'll ever be
as you are comrades....

There is a place
where very few go
for it seem too good to be true
but its really too true to be good
for to most what is good about truth
all it does is make then run away from themselves
to a place where all is good for all is false and untrue
but they all meet in agreement that in good there is no truth

I was never good at doing the hokey cokey
didn't know how to put one foot in
and one foot out and then turn it all around

Ringa a ringa Roses did not charm me much
as well
I was adverse to all these, Athishos we all fall down
they wouldn't even let me fall down on top of Misanne
my cute kindergarten girl-friend

Now the Grand ole Duke of York was something else
Why should I be marching up and down
and then neither up nor down
I told the teacher I wanted to play cowboys and Indians
She said I should get in Line

I rebelled about all these nonsense
No foot in, no falling down, no marching up and down
Let's play Chase and Kiss the Girls, I suggested
The two teachers sent me to go see Mother Superior
in the office

I asked Mother Superior why she was superior
as I'd kissed six girls behind the games room
so I am more superior
She gave me a note to take home to my Mum
Mummy said to stop kissing girls at school or I'll get germs
and die, and I won't go to heaven

I did not stop and kissed a lot of gals and liked it
twenty years down the line and countless girls in my wake
I discovered that adults do the hokey-pokey and a lot
of falling down and going up and down

And then just as I became a certified expert at this
Something happened and I was jolted into the realisation
that there are some bad people
who can mess things up
by
putting their oars in and their oars out
and shaking things all about
and athisho  and you fall down
and then they march you up and march you down
and you are neither up nor down

But like all those years ago, I didn't like to play
So I sat down and watched them play
but there are no girls around to play chase kiss with
Well, I suppose I won't get germs now
and I'd be allowed in heaven...........

Ben, Ben! the voice cried out...
I looked back to the source of the sound
along came running a very very skinny man
now alongside the face looked familiar yet still unknown
Ben! it me, its me Eric...its me
It dawned, then it puzzled, then it alarmed, then it made me laugh
wow, hey! Eric old bean, where have you been hiding, whats de show
the last time I saw you at the Student Bar, you were talking blonds
now look at you, looking like a praying mantis on a diet of water
you just disappeared, thought you left college, I couldn't find you
yeah! Eric said, his face falling and hollowed eyes searched mine
Ben, he said in lowered tones
Man, I've had quite a rough time of late,  been out of College, man!
yea, I know that, silly, I just said so, dumdum!
he smile a thin smile on a thin face in a thin kinda way
Ben!
Yessss
Well, remember that blond gal I was raving about to you, that night
yea, the last time I saw you, you were sited with Phoebe
both of you playing tongue Tennis, she was really hung on you
yes, said I, but back to you, I said, still not believing what I'm seeing
Well, I went home with the blond gal, that evening
Yessss, said I again
well things got exciting
OOhh....said I with a smile, naturally, I expect, I added
The thing is, he stammered as I raised an eye brow
the thing is, I spent a long time eating her!
you did what? I inquired, like I didn't hear first time
You know, says Eric with a sly look, I ate her
Ok, Ok, says I, I get the picture, I've done likewise myself
we both laughed, the way errant young men do
So, continued Eric, the next day I couldn't eat a thing
what do you mean, says I. You didn't eat the poor gal, I hope
God, are you a cannibal now, where is she, I said in mock horror
No, I didn't eat her like that, I just ate her, you know
Anyway, all next day and days and days after I couldn't keep food down
went to the hospital, they said its some endo-something bug
I've taken all kinds of tablets and potions, still I can't keep food in
my tummy  screams and hurt, my insides fight them-selves
I suffer all the time, I think I'm gonna die
I didn't know if to laugh or cry or do both
Oh Christ Eric, is these all true, you sure its not cancer you've got
No, they said its not cancer and they've done lots of tests.
Where is the blond gal, I asked, as if that would help anything
I haven't been to College, I don't know
Oh man, I'm sorry to hear all this, so sorry for what's happening
listen, lets meet up later, we'll talk more, take it easy old chap
where are you going now, Eric asked
I looked at scarecrow Eric, I did not smile
" I'm going to cancel a date with a blond I'd made for tonight"

Uber morons of marshmallow county
the year eight reject and Comprehensive truants
think they have a snowflake like them to confuse
and in their playpen they pen nonsensical porridge for tea
some red uber pumpkin instructed them, faze him with doubts

here below is what doubt means
" a feeling of uncertainty or lack of conviction."
off course semi-illiterates don't know butter from Jam
what the feral rent-a-mob are trying to do is called

Red-baiting,
also referred to as reductio ad Stalinum, is an informal logical fallacy that intends to discredit the validity of an opponent's logical argument by accusing, denouncing, attacking, or persecuting an individual

That is what the Protection Money Racketeers
who tried extorting money to keep Royal secret
and then broke in and stole from us
and when we stood up to them decided to ruin us
slandering and defaming launching ***** racist campaign
so trolls of thieves and Mobsters go do your job

*  Negative campaigning or mudslinging is the process of deliberate spreading negative information about someone or something to worsen the public image of the described.
The expression discrediting tactics refers to personal attacks, for example in politics and court cases.
we all know this is what Thieves do, and feral mob you are
just dunces being used by the Thieves and East London Mobsters

**Whispering Campaign
A whispering campaign or whisper campaign is a method of persuasion in which damaging rumors or innuendo are spread about the target, while the source of the rumors seeks to avoid being detected while spreading them.

Ferals, racists and Numpties come do your worst
you,re nothing but ignoramuses in the pockets of thieves
you don't scare me one bit and you can't soften me up
I will not be gagged, bullied or intimidated
a family of racist crooks demanded Protection money to keep
secret my African Royal connection, I refused to pay
they broke into our flat and stole our property
I had the nerve to stand up to them, they did not expect this
because we are kind, decent gentle law-abiding
I said I was going to report them to the Council and get them evicted
The Thieving Racists Mobsters said I was the one that will leave their Country

They called on their underground connection
Told me and my wife, we are now Toast
Well I'm still here, come **** me
You all, your Gangs and all the uber-morons in your pockets..

Doubts where? you're not eliciting doubts
Your under-developed minds are being made toxic
You are involved in a Poison campaign, get your facts rights
and now poison is in your system and you can never be the same again
Because whether you like it or not you now know all about seeing poisons and negativity in innocent things

And that is to your detriment, they have corrupted your minds
and it will stay with you
If your partner say I love you, you can now think of ten reasons
why this may not be true or real, erstwhile clean minds has now
been stained,
You have ingested poison, it doesn't wash out, you've been contaminated, and that's sadly true.....
Go on....continue!!!