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"

What does an Alpha
have to do with the sniveling Betas
when one is hued in strength and wisdom like Atlas
and lagging behind are worthless Betas who are putrid haters

No crowns nor wisdom for Betas
all brawn and never in Olympia for nectar
mired in the craven underworld yelling at their betters
the galley slaves in mud splattered tunics as living spectres

Beneath noble feet they crawl
from ignorance they gaggle hemlock
in fear and ******* by centurions they hail and bawl
as Princes in chariots walk on marbles in envy the betas squawk

So What does an Alpha
have to do with the unrated Betas
when one is hued in strength and courage like Atlas
and lagging behind are worthless Betas who are reptiles and gators
noisy rabbles spawns of ******, vandals and cutthroats with cutlass

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!!!

When the Seagulls follow the trawlers.......

Hahaha.....hahaha.....hahaha......

It's by the shore........

How nice to find a place where my fingers can dig and run
and some old man with a long beard is not raving mad at me
the joy of finding mirrors is like finding a rainbow and the sun
no secret police spying or mask to hide me head to foot all time

What joy to leave rocks and disapproving tongues behind
and mix with others who do not shun and have no need to hate
to dance in peace and see green of a sprawling beckoning kind
No heavy emotions required other than I'll try not to be late

I'm free and alive and able to chose what I want when I want
sing like a bird with no chains or a crying child to smother me
no hulk waiting for a jig, no paper to make me bored and rant
I'm in the Western union and have friends that will let me be

No hassle no hiding, not scared of tribbing and ending up in jailed
one. two six or seven its all good, guys know, no strings attached
couldn't be better, carefree  little baggage, not having to be nailed
we meet we dance, talk about free love made, then we go detached

Yes, we borrowed constantly from you
and yes, you give us food and things
but now we know you have royal connection
we want more for this is our patch and you don't belong

Hey! that's extortion, you crooks
I worked for all we have and paid taxes
treated all with respect and committed no crime
in here I am just an ordinary person no airs or graces

Ok come and **** us and lets be friends
you slip us enough for drinks and have a ball
me and my daughters can make you happy
know you in turn will pay us handsomely

No,no, we are neighbors and I'm married
can't do that, that's all wrong, what do you take me for
I've borrowed you money you don't pay back
go away, I am not your fool

He's not paying protection money so let's have them
we burgled you and we are going to ruin you
you had the chance to pay to keep your secret safe
now we call you greedy parasite, put the kaboosh on you

we will ruin your good name and your marriage
ruin your career and hound and harass and torment you
gangstalk you and drive you mad, you are doomed
you fool should have just paid protection, but you're greedy

We will show you what we can do for not paying
your wife will leave you and you will never **** again
you will be hated and troubled everywhere you go
you will soon wish you are dead, this is what we do for a living

We have the connections, we will twist and discredit you
we will lie and fabricate and turn your life to dust
we will drive you paranoid and torment your mind daily
you are toast sunshine, the die is cast and you are erased

Tell me people, what idiot refuses an offer you can't refuse
what dope turns down the chance to **** a mom and daughter
what dummy believes in honesty,has a high expectation of people
what nit thinks we have a just, fair and meritocratic society
what twit thinks racism does not exist any more
what moo-moo thinks people can easily tell lies from truths
what donkey thinks people will always err on the side of righteousness
what schmuck thinks you should stand up to crooks and not be blackmailed

Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me!!!

hoot hoot hoot
under the covers of dusk
owls and the creepy crawlies
emerge from petrified barns and crevices
things of the dark unworthy of the glares of light
so unseen and hidden in nocturnal pampers they gambol
but not in grace or romance more in sleight and hunt to harm or ****

hoot hoot hoot
bug-eyed owls in singsong
what wisdom is seeing yet trilling vainly
as cowards in hidden boughs obtuse to plain sight
the archetypal backstabber who kills in menacing darkness
peacocks owns their magnificent brilliance in dazzling raylights
ugly owls recede in recesses of gloomy dank obscurity hoot hooting
peering into their twilight  waning  totems of  downturns and decline

hoot hoot hoot
the onerous laboured owls
disturbed by insipid life and murky foliages
in sapping hunger plagued by ghosts surreal yet real
eager for preys but lacking the gile courage nuance or bravery
neither as lions tigers or the droves others ready to fend in daylight
bug eyes owls strikes undercover in iniquity hooting the hoots of caitiffs

Just a Preacher's son from Barnstable in Devon
on the outskirts where the country roads have no chevron
had a gal called Mary who sang in a choir in Avon
The years went and mama and papa grew old and passed on
Bid farewell to Mary packed my bags and moved on

To London I came a large bustling town that is a top one
Got a job found a place settle in and life was right on
Made friends had a laugh and learnt to talk like Klingons
Went to a party and couldn't tell the girls apart what a rave on
Met Simone with short hair who said I don't do weave-ons

We danced and drank and soon she became my favourite one
Says come home with me we'll have a blast with the lights on
But see that chick over there in yellow she's such a turn on
I'll go get her to come with us and we'll have a *******
Hey Sim! I spluttered, hold on a mo what has brought this on

I'm just a Preacher's son from Barnstable in Devon
I'm green round the gills new in town and not very right-on
She's my lover she said, let's go, get our ******* skates on
Me turning green, papa's rolling and mama screaming 'hold on'
I married your father for forty years never ever such a carry-on

It's a new world now, it's London and everything is full on
But cut me some slack I am just a Preacher's son from Devon
Even if the dogs do this in Devon I never saw, they never let on
Oh said Simone, take a hike, you're a Tory with a small one
Well said I, my work is done, I can leave now, I will move on!

Our Protection Money Racketeers
was refused the extortion money demanded
OK, me and mi young daughter are game
just bring the ***** and a little gift for a good time
that's crazy said I, no thank you
ah..you think you better than us, all ladida

they subsequently burgled us
vandalized our car and stole the four radial wheels
off the poor car
then told us in broad daylight
" We will ruin your life, hound you and make your life a misery"
I laughed, imagine a known area Crook who's just robbed you
saying that to you. To me this was a joke! a big big joke eh! haha

"You're laughing!" Mama Crook says with hateful eyes
"We are going to sling mud at you, you'd wish you're dead"
I laughed even more
Hey Al Capone, I thought
I'm blameless here, my reputation is pristine, no skeleton hidden
no crime ever. Never wronged anyone, always kind, friendly
and respectful to all..all round sound guy, this crook is deluded.
Anyway people can easily see the truth here, I confidently assumed
Yeah! more fool me...

Go to hell, you you nasty crook...say I,... imagine the cheek!

Well people
sad to report, how was I to know Mama Al capone was right
They had the connections, the nefarious know-how of these things
and they know their demography. they know their people! .

Mud slinging worked a treat...People believed everything,
every slander, defamation, fabrication, lies, everything
They delivered on their promises and then some
They told a fantastic story to their Socialist and Anachist connection, even those were fooled
Arrogant, the Big I Am, hidden riches, wife beater, domineering
et pompous, thinks he's high and mighty, the very opposite of me!
wow people...the heat is on
I became radioactive in one swift move..

For the first time in my life
I discovered real evil exist, not paper stuff

Now I know why there are never any witnesses in Inner city
Estates and a code of Omerta or Ali-baba or whatever its called
exists
why some witnesses never reveal their faces or give their names,
when they talk to the media about some crimes or some faces
they recognized

and why thieves threateningly utter this infamous line

" I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE"

When the storm of Hades blow
and the roads are dug up by gargoyles
and the tempest shouts like the banshees
the wise traveler finds shelter in vapor of light
far from the acidic dusts of disintegrating ghouls
condemned to pollute the pious and unaffected sages
angels fear not fools paths but knows wisdom errs always
they will spew to irritate but who hears the wounded cry of wraiths

They are only small people
with little lives
please be gentle with them
you know they need
to prove all they are worth
and that's not a lot

They say its the 'me-too' times
they pontificate the people are all awoke now
the twenty-first century now long past the space age
now we talk to machines don't even need to carry money
its high tech, plastics and hand cells we carry and do all we need
then they fade from the insides and died, emotions became twitter
where all can go meet with no faces and write crazy becoming crazy
we're all plugged in and tuned off and plugged to gas and Auschwitz

What can you teach me
          All you have learned is from your father
                 I taught your father and your father's father!

where is the puzzle to ponder
no drama needs orchestration in play
for the truth is out there for minds that seeks
what is genuine is easy to display in a simple reach
it take six for a casket, it takes only two to shake hands
why drag the just into the play of children for hide and seek
I can eat unleavened bread just as much as sing enliven sonatas
magicians can pull the rabbits out all day it don't impress me much

If at my supposed worst
I still have that scintillating aura
that stirs frenzied attention and envy
a paper millionaire on sleek four wheels
looking twenty years younger than my age
with radiantly shinning sheen and a mind sharp
erudite and engaging that wholesome balanced character
that has low scales gnashing and foaming and losing their poor heads
I will say with unbridled confidence that all in all I have not done badly
I am grateful and you can eat your hearts out with your usual chips
with drippings in your drip-drab its a hard life poor us kind of way hahaha

Shallow is my mind
shallow are my thoughts
so shallow are my speech and my sight
I'd never walked down dusty dried paths
carrying a slate and chalk to learn in village shack
never had a whack from mallam for not learning my lines
never played under the moonlight as the owls hoot and swoop
never ran away in fright as the hunters with charms and cutlasses
walk through barbs and thickets carrying bush games on shoulders
never seen dead bodies laying bloated by the streams when flooded
never had my belly hungry looking for nuts locusts as mama cries

Shallow is my mind
shallow are my thoughts and ways
I drink the freshest milk and eat hot or cold
my life is dandy as I am handy with all my comforts
so i can sit in bliss and think about love and making out
I can get on my computer and write nonsense all day long
with no depth to me my vacuous mind has time to trawl crazily
I have it all yet I cannot see anything for there are nothing in me
fakers are all around me even my friends come easy and go so easy
I know physical love for that is all I see as my Pa left and Ma is busy with number three
oh hate envy and jealousy lives in me its all my mind can deal with

Some one should get some chillies up these saps
they need some sense burned into these soggy brain
some steel in foamy bodies
some lead where it matters
it may blow some heat into these drips and wets
so maturity and reality could flare up
and perhaps they may know what adulthood means

Some one should get some chillies up these saps
all these floopsie woopsie materialization and silliness
no realness, no essence, no passion, no steam, no chutzpah
drop the chips and fries, get some chillies and not the milds
eat daily and watch fire light up in you, your brains come alive
all the slimy hogwash cobwebs singed and fired off
women won't have to beg for attention in beds and idle tools will up
take heed and go get some chillies and learn passion and sense

at my age, still like in my prime and a martini
anytime, anywhere, ready to go and not just once and over
brain as sharp as a golden button, have to down the fire that burns
a stallion  with fire, a scholar with wit, a sage in tune within and out
Years of fine chillies, no alcohol except rarely, skin aglow like youth
fire and passion simmer in calm grace, the inner strength of love
a men of all seasons cause of the seasoning of pure chillies..
not gangling buffoons, with no heat in hearts bodies and souls
and  wilting little sausages they compensate for, in bullying stupidity.