My qualities and talents
are taller than six foot five
I ain't no hoops player so there
I also do own a nine inch hammer
that's pretty handy and ever ready
you know what...I'm one hell of a lucky guy
Say what???.................

It's my space, it's my space
get out, go away
they are everywhere
they're taking my toys
they're playing with my toys
they take everything from us
and it's our ****** space

I can't talk to them
they beat me up
some carry knives
am scared of them all
they can fight
and they beat us up at school
my father is scared to
mum too
they are everywhere
brown, yellow
all colours
and it's our ****** space

but they take it from us
like it's their own
I am really scared of them
so I always try to be nice
but all the time I am scared
they do all we do
and do it better
its our ****** space

BUT...there's one we got

not like all the others
and stays alone
so we tie up quickly
and we all gang up
ha, we got brave now
Yippee...revenge is sweet
let's all go kicking and battering
it's our space, it's our space
Yes, let's take it all out
on this one
it's just one
its our ****** space

BUT...oh ..oh....oh
even ****** one is still too much
we're trying
but.....oh...jipes,
we are just ****** cowards
let's face it, we're snivelling cowards
and it's our space
its our ****** space

MUMMY...sob...sob

Stop crying and fretting little men
there's enough room for you all....

Blinded arrogance steeped in seasoned ignorance
cannot understand that contempt nullifies
what song does a canary sing to a nightingale
do sewage gutters ply routes in chambers at the
Taj Mahal

When the drums of empty noise oozes its ****
only village lamebrains come out to dance
the Scaramouch sits in his own faeces
calling the genteel fragrant ***** and smelly
peasants

So the revolution of the dishonorables pigs
farm pork's and dine on sizzling bacon
sham hogs marching left into right wings alley
lame boiled brain idealogues in snow blindness
merely poked out their blind eyes

The truth of the straight wholesome holds supreme
termites eats wood and skunks stinks in fright
in honor stands fearless Grace in light as it does
the Neros' of the pale ghettos fiddles in the ruins
of their Pompey's

The known unhappy
cannot infuse its poison
on the unknown happy
because the known unhappy
is merely doing what known unhappys' do
miseries need company as the known unhappy knows
and the known unhappy will always be searching for victims
so know that the known unhappy is already known as unhappy
and all the known unhappy does is because its knows its unhappy
so feel pity for the known unhappy and grace your unknown happiness
For real happiness emanates from within and that's unknown to known unhappiness
for its known that it cannot find happiness, its unknown

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"

For our Echoing Little Red Riding Hoods
Lagging behind in the Opposition Departments
Lets help you out by  offering some buzzwords
For your important assignments even though they've
been floated around forever,

But we understand you need some help catching up
So memorize these basic premises
And please enrich your lives and utilise your valuable time
by raking your little brains to create  poems with them

Lets begin with ITALIAN , don't forget RAINBOW, LIES
is also in, add RESPECT, throw in RUDENESS, factor in
LITTLE GIRL, remember ANGEL, write about TRUST, that
much overuse term, throw in BLACK - that's quite a
popular one. Also PINK is quite up the scale, as well as HEART-
Broken ( as if ) and pleeeezee make a big fuss on LONELINESS
That's a big seller. APPLE and SERPENT did appear now and
again so trigger them as you like.

How about BETRAYAL, LOYALTY, FAKE FRIENDS and that
famous one, FOUR or is it THREE, what about BONES,
Lets not forget SKELETON or even ANOREXIC, let also
remember SCREAM, that was a scream..hahah see what
I did there! Remember GREY that has a bit of colour and
what about BUCK or even DOOR-MAT that was a wipe-off
or SUBMISSIVE another popular one.

Hmmm...what about HAIR CUT or TOMBOY or DIGITAL
those are quite good or WOODGREEN or HULL or DOG
that reared its head...woof....woof...hahahah or CEREAL,
beats me what that's about or even MONEY..though that
never was an issue, how about GOLD-DIGGER just for
drama or 50/50 which has been mentioned. Hey! don't forget
RED, what to do without that pinking away.

So please  Little Hoods, students of the Opposition Department
keep with the programme and work on these pointers
crack your little brains and write poems like crazy little ants
Your contribution is valuable cause persistent is the Key.
Keep up with your assignment and forget all other things
Oppose, oppose, oppose, work those little brains!

Isn't the strength of truth
                                  is that its knows its truth............

So they talk for talk sake
or else they will drown in their insignificance
at least they can talk for
it makes them feel alive and offer needed release
they are not like me
gifted and rich both spiritually and materially
I don't have to do much
but empathise and sympathise and remain grateful
I have no axe to grind
but in refined circles we know too much talking
merely makes others stop listening
and when its talking for talk sake one is nothing
but a yawn inducing bore
like those obtuse commoners who do nothing but
talk for talk sake

made like flimsy vapid foams
ghosts uncored and spineless un forms
in the softness of loose debacles is the norm
resident pale flats and lean-tos huddle in dorms

identikits with no original songs
foundations absent flops that do not conform
buoyed and joined rootless union with hearts not warm
weak and indulgent the fickle wraiths unspectacular in storms

never an edifice or renowned in tomes
the vacuous dwellers worshipping in minds torn
screeching in listless malaise they fizz like cheap plonk
feeble incomplete albino mutants jailed in twisted platforms

I get ME from A to Z
so, how can you who's still trying
to learn A B C
from Western Taliban Teachers
who thinks they are Oliver Cromwell's
and in modern day Britain
sees King in normal man
and spend invaluable time
plotting revenge and beheading
go on, tell me how you think
you can advise me
or heed anything you say or do

Do I live with you
in Cloud Coco Land
where your brains has frosted with the chills
and you believe that I'll leave a woman I really want
and sit around waiting eating cheap chocolates
or worry about my height though I have a mighty sword
or believe I have a horse head when I know you are all blind
or sit guarding possessions that do not define me
did lin and lisa see any shingles while gobbling away
go say your **** to your skid marks
cause I know I am scrupulously clean

I get ME from A to Z
all i see from the aggrieved unwashed
is that mudslingers have ***** hands and ***** minds
now I know faceless cowards are faceless cowards
projecting their inadequacies terrified of exposure
pedos and perverts talking about love
crooks, thieves and charlatans preaching democracy
demented Western Taliban's on ******* crusades
anchoring their shame and disgrace on the innocent
the ragged rabbles, our modern day Cromwellites
the sad laughable obsessive sickos

Because the darkness of your souls troubles you
and even your days are as dark as your nights
you look to those that shine and seek them to chew
but in Grace the Righteous remain in Spiritual might
as you sink in anguish and in the under-privileged queue

From dried souls
comes singed words
falling in ashes of barren meanings
scribes of cloudy sky
the warped oracles
offering parables from glazed sands
tardy ivory heads
in misty ivy dew
veiling the tower of Babel's dry tongues
in epoch of dunces
the age of lunacy
manias at lectern dance selves parodies
devoid of the ironies

The Pale face thieves were boasting
by the time we finish with him
he won't know who he is
he will never trust again

we will alter his personality
we well erase him
we will wipe him out
we will cancel him

we will emasculate him
we will haze him
we will **** him up
we will drive him paranoid

by the time we finish with him
he will be
that man begging for pennies outside tube station
this is what London gangsters do if you stand up to them
if you refuse to pay extortion money
if you scream at them and threaten to expose them

they are still at it
but I reckon they have spent more time. money and effort
then whatever proceeds they got from stealing from me
and I am still standing
not begging for money outside train stations
and certainly not stealing or involved in any criminal activities
and knowing there are lots of people who know the truth of it all
how their consciences and guilt must ***** them
every moment day and night

they carry the burden
and it is them that have had their personalities changed
they know they can never be the same
even if they think so for me

hey! I am getting of lightly
for I never did wrong
they know that.....

You built the dam
so drink the stagnant water
to your happy content and tell
all those with mindful hearts and souls
that this Social engineering is the new black
and in fairness and justice you represent modern civilisation
ignore the bracing contempt's of the knowing for they're not woke

A street worn chancer
wide-boy hoodlum called Bobby
says he's a youth Organizer of the Local socialist
a ****, who made the next door Joan pregnant at fifteen
the guttersnipe actually came knocking on our door
listen he says,'I don't care what you say, I want your car'
I looked at him like he was mad, and indeed he was mad
I am not street, I don't start effing and blinding to begin with
I just sized up the dross, I was ready to take him down, but no
You what? I inquired incredulously with a withering look
I suppose he knew immediately I was not messing
Ok, he stuttered..give me some money, I know you have money
The look on my face answered him before I had even started
'If I have money, I worked hard for it, I wasn't drinking and
drugging it away, you'd be better to do the same....please ****
off my door, before I call the Police'.
He backed off muttering ' we are going to do you'
I slammed the door shot
Inside the Mrs asked, who was that
You know that waster, the Joan juvenile boyfriend from next door
you mean that manky haired ***** one that hangs around the landing
smoking ****!
Yeah, that one, he said he wanted our car
He wanted our car, she repeated equally incredulously
He made threats as I sent him packing, I continued
Lets call the Police, the Mrs said
Oh, he just a nuisance, I replied, they've got enough trouble
LOOKING BACK NOW, I SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE POLICE
for Bobby and his Criminal gangs had only just started!
Hell was to come....

Maybe your mothers and fathers do not know right from wrong
Maybe those that birth you cannot tell real from unreal
The apples do not fall far from the trees that we know all along
So no surprise when off-springs and all fall into the reel
Unable to decipher the lost and damaged from their midst adorn

My mother washed me in truth, honesty, sincerity and real love
That's the only path that graces the soul and makes humanity
So all my life I know what's real, true, honest from all else above
You walk your path and serve your gods in all their profanity
Your festered minds and putrid brains is not like mine thereof

In superficial abodes, your falseness lies fakery has confused you
No truth or honesty exists all around only deceits and raw fear
You rot from the inside and feed from poison not breastmilk too
from start you're ******, your brains from chemicals they rear
Spooks with semblance no substance, serving satan them born fools

I know what's real what's true what's honest and sincere or not
That is me from real bosoms raised in edifying values not falsity
Come in thousands you stink from a mile off satan demons squat
Sincerity truthfulness if erred makes amends not sit discordantly
Real Humanity embraces love and peace not mortal duels that's fact

From negativity you drink in darkness lies your bread and joy
miseries and fears you seek to share cause your souls lies in pain
In cancerous fears you scheme and plot your ****** evils ploys
Cause it destroys you to see goodness whilst your souls' in chain
Weak corrupted dark and damaged subjugated to lucifers noise

Gnarled old wrinkled before your years you envy my young looks
Borne of inner joy and unafraid pious calm pathetics  spit zombie
Too sick to know a clear conscience never pines or fears like crooks
Pure and noble emotions caters no dirt or negativities like loonies
Dignity and integrity offers granite to malevolent duds and hooks

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

and those in study
will see depraved souls
in all their perversity celebrating
their Armageddon of refractive ivories
chanting profanities in acerbic selves praises
while searing wounds bleed out in projections
and lames in weakness seek escapisms in bullying pens
throwing shapes in the blame of you honouring their blindness
tis the age of cretins and they welcome you to the carnivals of jokers
where the sad jokes are biographical and self-penned from sheep pens