I see no Hobson's choice
nor harbour any doubts
neither am I dancing in confusion
or labouring a fear
indecisiveness is not my friend
and I am not waiting
for neither yah or nay
in sound mind and clarity I state
How can I miss something
I never never had
isn't that like loving someone
you hardly know
which is something the impressionable
immatures are known to do
to sportstars public figures and celebrities
I have passed that stage
eons ago and even then I admired not idolized
so why now, why now
would I, would I, would I  NOT know my own mind

In the yard of useless noise
a hippo did a pirouette and farted
the elephant alongside ducked and
stuck up *******
the beached whale smiled and blew a trial of smoke
Bessie and Billy Bunter strolled up
as Big Nastie got out of his wagon
holding Gemma Collins who said
just call me the big GC
and all together
clutching bright red balloons
the clapped and clapped
and right in front the hippo waddled in black shorts
and declared
we've got our plump fingers on the triggers
to snigger at the ******* with snooker ***** for brains
for we even remind them how to taunt
in their houses of useless noise
where the useless worthless bullies crawl from

I was watching the Stupidest Outtakes on Tv
howling with laughter at stupid acts and deeds
the stupid listener next door knocked and asked
why was I weeping, I replied I saw them on TV.

Well, if you think you can make some sort of contact
with a real life genuine Royal
you would, wouldn't you
its the nature of the beast, you can't help yourselves
perhaps its the hope that some of that royal shine
might rub off you
being the impressionable little things you are
phew! thank Heavens
I don't have that problem......

Be not afraid of greatness:
some men are born great, some achieve greatness
and some have greatness ****** upon them.

Only thieves and the damaged souls hide:
the intelligent mind knows when to stay
far from the madding crowd
the foolish call it hiding.

It might be said though, that:
Some men are born great fools
Some become great losers
And others go to great lengths to prove
The magnitude of their folly.

Which peers threatens me enough
to incite all the baser instincts
envy, jealousy, hate and ignorance
savage people are ruled by base passion
civilised people by the mind  

I do not profit by spewing lies and untruths
Lies are the mortar that binds the savage individual
man into the social masonry.
I do not spend valuable time trying to put another down
It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullies.
Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.

One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and
cruelly mocked, but it can never
be taken away unless it is surrendered
I know without a doubt that it is the bully
with a low self-esteem and not me.
They are trying to pull you down
because they are already below you.

A lot of people are afraid to tell the truth, to say no.
That’s where toughness comes into play.
Toughness is not being a bully. It’s having backbone
You don't look good putting another down
You are insecure, have low self esteem and a coward

And these prized idiots think I have a problem
hahaha....hahaha.....hahaha.....the folly of fools
You have enhanced my greatness
You merely confirm my superiority

Why are some minds
just too sophisticated and advanced
to understand low scales best efforts

It must be the Class System
and the fumbles of those
semi-illiterate agitators

And that Free Meal for Schools thing
the full belly merely empties their minds
and gives them restless energy

Digital Digitalis, digitalium, digitalosis
children please see above and learn the first two
then paint me a rainbow in the sky with crayons and pencils
count from one to four five and six and make sure you trust yourself
eat a conetto and learn to speak Italian and sneak in the moonlight
jumble up your minds and do the hokey-pokey we all meet in Green
Digital Digitalis, digitalium, digitalosis, the last two I just made up

How so wrong can some be
and how hilarious that can be
with no rhyme or reason like a bee
they postulate like dumb hicks that can't see

White angst and anger
What to do when I can't hear them
its all white noise

Be all, see all, say all
in insignificance, sightless and inarticulate
what else to own but superficiality and posturing
belligerence in the absence of self-worth and substance
inadequacies, vices and shame all painted in snowflakes hues
the gut wrenching fact of the disadvantages of life's station and status
that limitation of social placements and scarcity of development
the cossetted ignorance bred and the hackneyed minds
the riveting pain of resultant bad choices made
the hate and self-loathing ingested within
that staining perception of oppression
the anger of not being good enough
of un-taken opportunities
of being down-trodden
the inferiority complex
frustration of hardship
invisible and unheard
what can they do, what can they say
oh hell, find them a way to vent and depressurize
find them a scapegoat to blame and share their suffering
give them an object to demonize and castigate and burn at the stake
give them a sacrificial lamb to relieve their incessant angst and anger
Let them be all comrades
Let them inflect suffering and gape
Let them be able to say we have tied Colossus down

The wise know you do not have to prove strength
for it is stated that
The truth is like a lion; you don’t have to defend it.
Let it loose; it will defend itself
why do the shams write their sham gospels in braille
and the derogatory shams holler sham tunes in falsettos
Worthies do worthy fares
the unworthiest dance in mirages
and in pensive strobes their tears cry for them
In burning laments and glorified shame
with muddled minds
and out of focus sights in teary folds
they rejoice in altered images
and rest solace in sophistry and Grimms tales
Truth does not wear the harlequin suits
and speak in magical fantasies
neither does it play hide and seek
like urchins in the shrubs
Truth stands visible and fearless
never enmeshed in doubts or gainsay
You all dance the dance of simpletons
in praise of your defective minds

Hail them in utter disdain

baptize and  canonise them with contempt

Cripples of Le Culture Sophisticat in disfiguring pain

in shame and mass indignities and puerile invalidated attempts

Feign reign in deranged fervours bleaching nonsensical to blacks gain

in twists deluded and sick fantasies vomited alluding preempts

Masters of nothings celebrate defeats in shrills in vain

locked minds in boiled brains unkempt

Hail them in utter pathetic disdain

simpletons' doubts by doubters

simple

When you get the measure of the Piped Piper
he tell you he is a kindergarten helper
but even more of a joke is he expects you to buy that
some people have the subtlety of a sledge hammer

When the fatted ox is reprieved
from the blazing sacrificial oven
back in the fields
the ox tells the others
its because the people were all vegans

When the alpha male Lion
is corralled into a fenced Game Reserve
the game-keepers says
its to protect him from harm

When they are wrong
the soulless living carcasses
will reach out for their documents of
A Million and More Lies
and grandly declare
This is what the eminent
Human Psychologists
say

In grand sophistry
they built grand Palaces and towers
had a reigning grand Royal Queen
This is the United Kingdom of her Majesty
but she rules nothing
but signed papers  

This is our day and night world
where anything
is what we say it is
because, because nothing
that's just it
we all have eyes and mouths
and the rights
to write and talk any **** we want to
its called Democracy
that's all

the unwashed carriers of all kinds of std
live in a very happy world, madame
because these infections affects the brain
and leaves them delusional
just a pint and they are anybody's
and yes, that's the magical way to happiness
making babies at fourteen and fifteen also helps
yes, we are never depressed or anxious
as we live on social security and **** a lot
and spread our std to happy men too...

Show me the strength of atonement
and I will
show you the strength of forgiveness
for in purity
of amazing grace lies infinite blessings
and in truth
unclasped the chains that will set us free
so
Show me the strength of atonement
and I will
show you the strength of forgiveness
otherwise all in all
are cackling's in vesper at the requiem
of joyless worship
and fools rush in where angels fear to tread
tender the white dove
in strength and glory of noble enlightenment
and salient graciousness
Show me the strength of atonement
Show me the strength of atonement
and I will
show you the strength of forgiveness
show you the strength of forgiveness

Chris the mother thieve said it
'we'll put nits in your head'
Joanne the baby for welfare money thieve said it
'we and the gang will bug your head'
The blackmailed spouse said it
'they're are going to do your head in'
The West Indian woman said it
'they are hazing your head and your mind'
The ragged louse at the bus stop said it
'we will fill your head with chatter, we are the chattering class'
That hypocrite from down below said it
'they will overload your thoughts to confuse you'
The wittering simpleton girl at the shop said it
'we will plant seeds in your head'
The brown buffoon from the office said it
'when you attack the head continuously the body will start failing'
So what is new under the sun
The uncle said
'you are highly intelligent with an incisive mind'
you mean discerning mind I replied
'That too and more' he responded
'No, I replied, I'm fortunate to keep my own counsel
and own my own mind'
'why should I take on board the ******* of those
who have nothing positive or remotely life-affirming to offer,
much less the inane offering of envious juvenile immature
malicious mischiefs-makers with their psychotic agendas.
anyway, you see them coming a mile off and their imbecilic wittering are not worth  my consideration,'
If it did, would I be here
'Imagine a **** lowlife thief like Chris whose plight has already
indicted her, stating ' we'll put nits in your head'
You want to ask her if its the same nits that turned her and her family into drunken smelly white thieves and house breakers.
Some and their supporters deserve nothing but contempt
There are people who come to England from the remotest villages in Asia five years ago, who are millionaires today
then some home grown white sits on welfare and drink away blaming poverty for being a thief.
Yeah, call me a Tory and go get your woke lying loony Leftist
to come do my head in and cancel me.....
f

This is partly because of a communications network called NEON (New Economy Organisers Network).
Neither affiliated to Labour nor Momentum,
this organisation has been working hard behind the scenes to train left-wing  experts, community organisers and activists
in direct action peoples power
Corbyn’s anti-Semitism crisis  and the proliferation of the extreme left factions proves one thing:
The old Stalinist gang is back in charge of Labour

Those people, whose lives were fundamentally shaped by a Labour government determined to keep them out of the UK because of the colour of their skin, might be surprised to hear the claims in recent weeks, from different quarters, that Labour always has been or was an anti-racist party.


This is a label people in Labour have long claimed. And to prove it, there are particular facts they point to. The introduction of the UK’s various Race Relations Acts all happened under Labour governments. The Stephen Lawrence inquiry was established in the early years of the Blair government – crucially, though, after years of campaigning by Lawrence’s family. And even though it was often met with a frosty reception, there is a rich tradition of anti-racist and anti-colonial organising within Labour;

A little over 10 years ago, New Labour politicians were describing children whose parents were seeking asylum as “swamping” UK schools, running a campaign that declared Labour as on “your side” and the Lib Dems as “on the side of failed asylum seekers”, treating people of colour as not belonging to the nation, defending colonialism and overseeing policies that made asylum seekers destitute. And then there was the post-New Labour “controls on immigration” mug under Ed Miliband.

If we allow people to misrepresent the past by erasing the racist politics that have caused pain, economic degradation and treated people as “other” because of their skin colour, religion, immigration status or “culture”, then we won’t see racism – including anti-immigration racism – as structurally embedded and systemic. These fraught histories are ones the left, within and outside the Labour party, can learn from. Declaring yourself something doesn’t mean you are that; it takes work.

The wise will say
He that lives in a haunted house
and sees ghosts every day
morning noon and night
will after a short while
loose his fear of ghosts
and will eventually
stop seeing them
only a mad fool
feels pain from
a wound
unseen
and
unfelt

Tis all their pre-occupation
its all my amusement
I carry no malice to satiate any angst
no cadaver hidden in a closet
neither have I covert my neighbours chattels
so it can be no less your preoccupied minds
with preoccupied angst and preoccupied malaise
all of which I am indisposed to entertain
accept my non-acceptance
I have no time for charades
but I will be amused
by the pantomime
sorry about your preoccupations

I'd always taken the splinters out of my eyes
it allows me to see clearly
that I should leave others to take the logs out of theirs...

I told you so
not that long ago
told you that if the miscreants
do not have a vent to hate and rant at
like a visionary true I said they'll end up
murdering their parents

see what's happened now
the pale snow flake crumbled
lone parent mother called dysfunctional
he just an economic necessity
go do your thing and join the others
the vacuous being at large
it all got too much to take

the unreal world of white-washing
where lies are truths
distractions and divisive narratives abound
core-less spineless with wishy-washy programming
the inherent bloodless fuels our modern barbarians
give them gaming, give them hate
give them others to hate, give them them other to blame

or else one fine wet windy summer's day
they will turn on their mothers
or seek out absent fathers
and armed and loaded it will all spill out
and six lives will say a tragic farewell to our world
so we learn nothing like we always do
let's just find more to blame

its the elitists, its the capitalist
its the Royals, its the blacks, its the Asians
its the Tories', it not enough Welfare money
its the Black Prince who is a parasite
so drink hate from the four corners
and pick your venting release
please troll on and lash out in angst
but do not go **** your mothers
or some other innocent people

How can you find his equal
when there is none other that sails nigh

How can you not notice him when
an aura sublime graces brilliance from vacuous hues

How can you silence his distinct melodies
of salient notes that hacks open your weeping souls

How can you ink enough charcoal clouds
erase the bluest summer skies and hide the golden sun

How can you find real peace in scattered minds
when in your turmoil's the opus of truth walks radiant

How can you not squirm and gabble oddities
when in your hearts of hearts you know you lack aplenty

How can you reference the calm within and without
when you are pains and sorrows living as husks incarnate

How can you all say good about good
for bad mired as such lives in shameless oppositions to good
in easy indulgent residences of darkness your tolls are furloughed;

If its cut and dried
and all done
If is now written in stone
and set firmly
If you're sure its set in concrete
and buried deep
If you know the gates are firmly shut
and padlocked down
If the birds have flown the feathered nests
never to return
why then don the jester's tomfoolery heirloom
passed down along your lineage
tis well known far and near your heads always in the clouds
and thus forever pennies short of full shillings
from corners at the mead houses to your spots at the madhouses
you're known as them wretched mindless bullies
so your ranting's and double spewing are just bullies doing as bullies
the ill worthless antics of childlike village fools

The depth of my importance confirmed
the essence of me is edifying Glorious
as malice aforethought rages in desperate throes
dud triggers and the fallen snakes gnash gnarled teeth
and promise their rotten flesh to their idols of evil
hating all the sub-men they know and have ingested
all those semis that promised and offered nothing
as they laid on their backs and cursed their ******* luck
as another aimless pretender rides them in passionless waste
For now, A real He come to the fore, He that puts all others in the shade
the mostest with it all and what a find like no other
and how they hate, how they hate, for they know
There's o one else like this, he is the real deal
and neither sons, brothers, fathers, uncles or lovers
will ever match this David of a man, this small Colossus
the Shine magnificent, the real Adam, the Mahogany unstained
They can do nowt but hate, reeling in lustful envy and jealousy
Yes women kills the thing they love and can have,
By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave woman with a sword!
Some **** their love when they are young, some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh:
For such women kills such a Man for hell hath no fury
like a woman spurned and they know this man is the Real Deal
and they can never possess such a Saint!

Listen you nice genteel ladies out there
We know you'll adore a charming, intelligent
smart, humourous, caring, loving and sensitive
charismatic man

We know you'll absolutely love a decent, wholesome
capable, balanced, brave, courageous Alpha male
we know you'll really like a versatile, poetic,
gentleman, able to do nearly everything and do it well
Even animals and children love him too

We know you'll just melt for this man who is an amazing lover
Wonderfully equipped, experienced, unselfish, rhythmic
hard yet gentle, graceful motion in hot ocean
Slow hands and arousingly hot touches, a great lover
who just adores women

Well forget it Ladies
We do not like this Elitist, well rounded intelligent lovely man
He is banned, banned, banned banned
How can we rogues, coarse, uncouth, insensitive semi-illiterates
compete with Mr Wonderful, who leaves ladies buckling in
rampant throes of multiple *******
Who makes love to your fine senses as well as your bodies

How can we, under endowed minutemen
with no grace, style or starmina, much less a romantic nuance
compete with our Mr Amazing with the mostest

We are flat bottomed pale skinned, weedy looking lot
we have little manners, we can hardly hold intelligent conversation
we don't do charming and all that *******
We are not keen on personal hygiene, that's for poofs
Forget looking groomed and polished, that's for poofs too
when drunk and we can just about manage to get it up
It's slam, bang, no thank you ma'am, nothing
poor gals left unsatisfied, unappreciated, any wonder most are turning to each other these days
Us loutish men, just reach for another pint, see you later, get your *** out...

We are working-class dumbos and proud of it
we are pirates and Robin Hoods, we take from the Decent Upscales
we fight them and harass and hound them, torment their *****
we destroy their reputation, degrade them
we can't do better, why should they have an easy life
And all the fun of the ****** fair

Look at the toffee nosed Emmanuel Macron in France
Rich background, privileged, he gets into power and start
messing with the working people, we are now dealing with him
That's what they do if you give them room
They diss the ordinary people and tell us its living intelligently
while they wine and dine and make love in Champagne
Well, not anymore, they don't, we've got there numbers now

The same with our charismatic intelligent Mr Wonderful here
We are sorting him out good and proper, we are on his case
So any ladies go near him or seen befriending him
is a class traitor and would be dealt with accordingly
We have put a *** and relationship ban on Mr Amazing
Let him see what doing without means, lets see him suffer
deprivation and hunger and hopelessness, we have been for years

I dare any of you ladies go near him and see what will happen
we will shave all your hair and put you to public shame
like those collaborators ladies in France after the 2nd WW
We will ostracise you like we have Mr Wonderful
we will smear and degrade you and  your life will be made
impossible.

This is Class war and you Ladies have been WARNED
Can you imagine it, not only rich, privileged, brilliant, capable
confident, self-assured, smooth, suave, charming, articulate,
presentable, wise and balanced, He's also gifted with a big ****,
and from all accounts he really does know how to use it
Jezz...how ******* fortunate can an elitist get!

Well you ladies are sure missing a good thing going
but we don't mind cutting off our long noses to spite our faces
Granted some nice girl could found happiness and the most amazing man and both could do a lot of good in the society and bring happiness to others
but we don't think rationally, that's for the elitists

We are mindless yobbos, thugs, hooligans, no-good, immature,little dicked ruffians and malcontents
We are anarchist, tall and proud
We are crazies, sad and pathetic and we do not care

So you ladies stick with your class and make **** sure
it's a No dice to Mr Wonderful  

NO NO NO it's a RESOUNDING NO from all working people
  ESPECIALLY YOU LADIES, just better know that YES from you
and it's the guillotine and not only your hair will be for the chop!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
This is a PEOPLE'S ROYAL COMMAND

The Highs from Buckingham  'n their sorts from birth
know that ordinary people are never real with them

Overawed and nervous they adopt various guises
Some fawn and bow and scrape while others stay still
Some adopt a nonchalance with masks that's anyone guess
Some are perceptively hostile yet will have very little ill will
Some want to play the fool but disgrace themselves with no finesse

Stored in gene pool and DNA a history hold status
By teenage years gild are known and behaviour modified
Character imbued and preparations placed with no hiatus
It's but an accident of birth that's to be a journey unqualified
You've become a human that others merely see as them and us

What to do but ride the chariots with wisdom 'n  good grace
Lesson told that with privileges comes real responsibilities
No naked pool dives or wanton abandonment in seedy places
Dare you err and open a can with a thousand and one possibilities
Now get out there a sterner stuff always ready to meet the faces

Whatever you do don't tell the tale or reveal the top secret
For the punters and jokers need their figures to revere or hate
You know you are exactly like any other but live in posher garrett
Were they to treat you fairly truthfully real ordinarily with due rebate
You'll miss the sick fevered responses 'n those crazy wild ferrets
with inferiority complexes

For it is in acknowledging you good or bad lies legitimacy
They by their doing or undoing reinforces the illusive status
That underpins your confidence and bestows self importance
The famous lie and say they crave anonymity but panic when totally and truthfully unrecognised as if in a stratus

If The Highs from Buckingham and their sorts
Are treated genuinely real on merit with no reverence or malice
They will panic and become confused, insecure and unsure
Not a practised snub or feigned indifference or rude deliberate slight, these merely reinforces their sense of superiority  

They have all their lives known what to expect, like a fetching lady knows what coming from a hard phallus
In their boudoirs they snigger and laugh, those idiotic punters and commoners really think we are not human and real, what nutcases
they are, what a load of silly *** dummies!
Whereas treat all contacts with them normally and real as you would any other person,
You'll Find Them amazed, nervous and wondering for their
egos are being challenged to be real and normal and human
and that's a feat they are usually unfamiliar with!

Even the overkill has overkilled itself
leaving shifty eyed idiots looking shifty eyed
the ham actors have long gone ham-****** and obscure
over plotted to the point of laughable ridicule the plebs wonder
as their fears stands rigid pulling funny faces at them in teasing ways
oh that grand old Duke of York without ten thousand men
sips warm chocolate and wonders why they fuss so
for who wants a maiden from the unwashed
with poxy and scabies got from thimbles
go get the jesters to sing their lament
how they hate their Lords on high
give them fish and chips
and put them to work
while I sit here
eating cakes
hahahaha
ha ha ha
******
plebs
hicks
oiks
ha

we said we're going to do his ****** head in

we've been at it for decades therein

all harassment technics we've deployed to ruin

twisting and turning to our chagrin

now we're mobbing around without our grin

we are the ones in a ****** spin

what this Raven elite is doing is an effing sin

superficial black is not in line

makes us feel like we all belong in a dustbin

are we to take that on the chin

no comrades we have to do his flipping head in

we're Red Imperialists not hasbeen

Surprise me with your consistency
is the sky not blue
or the pope not Catholic
your enduring boredom marries faithfully
my seductive disinterest and indifference
your labour of love
given freely and unwaged all in your own time
exemplifies  devotion and unparalleled dedication
its slave labour
at its best
consistency in unpaid workers is good
you may even reach the end of the rainbow
and find that *** of gold
I have enough gold already

we're suppose to ride that horse
to death
we're suppose to wear it down
and worn it out
for hell's sake we're suppose to break
that horse
send it to the white knackers yard
but
hell, we toil morning noon and night
we age fast
after thirty five its downhill all the way
grey and wrinkled
we get in no time at all
we are worn out ourselves wearing
that **** horse down
multiple names and faces we deploy
decomposing as we compose all day long
huffing and puffing hopping and sipping
do this do that now were just confused
and running on empty
we are worn out and that ****** horse
is a stallion from the Moor stable
a pedigree with impeccable breeding
the more you ride it the stronger it gets
the younger he looks
and we are melting worn grey wrinkled and fading fast
thank heavens for botox
better start saving now

Look at you
I say it again, yes, look at you
in your land of civilisation and freedom
with the colour you deemed privileged and fair
where payments arrives work or why, can't be arsed
all you amounted to was borrowing and stealing from next door

You stink as does your disgrace
I told you so, say it again to your fighters
never do well the pisspot shameless despot of zeros
as a mother you failed raising harlots for pedos, a thieving son
as a wife what's you but the plus two to the regularly jailed hubby
with opportunities a-begging yours is criminality as a sane profession

So cold home truths told and ringing
shame, disgrace and disrepute clinging indelibly
in fear, self-loathing, envy, racial hatred and evil mind
you crawl to your **** and the net-work of criminals and pedos
accustomed to war-paint from birth you seek to tear me by thousands
take blameless innocent man, nd ruin him becomes boom towns sport

Move your army of serpents with painted faces
discredit, isolate, defame and scandalize me till tomorrow
twist, harass, taunt and torment till the moon and sun meet up
it will never remove the shame of your disgrace and pitiful choices
you and yours carry your un-washable stains and sins every seconds
Chris, Joan, Tom and Kelly I am the resident tenant in your conscience-less heads

Don't hang your coat on me
it does not fit
though the mob say
I will be fitted up
at least get the right measurements
its not 'one size fit all'
so take your 'off the peg' atrocities
and your exaggerated coloring's
your vile and warped stitch-ups
your distorted disjointed lines
your left hemming stitching
and your far right wing overlays
to your indentured blind tailors
who have ready customers
suited to your style

your fashion is not my fashion
do not hang your coat on me
I do not seek your patronage
your brand and labels unfamiliar to me
I do not do East-end sweatshops
neither do I wear 'Red or Dead' labels
why does my dapper clean cut style
cut and pain you to such extreme
who wants your street cred or your boo hoo
go find your level go do your **** elsewhere
don't lay your blame on me
for you are just a bunch of rag and bone people
renta-mob in the pocket of thieves, wasters and born liars
far far far from the manor born

They play with themselves
to no end
and never realized they are playing with themselves
to no end
because it keeps them focussed
on not accepting
they are playing with themselves
in Much Ado About Nothing
its the altimate con
the missing minds in situ
the dream in the dreams of mirages

Where is the terror please in a blameless mind
Show me the pain and fears in a brimful loving heart
Find me the nightmares 'n demons in blessed slumber
Wish me the tears in pious gratitudes real and plenty

Produce a charge sheet of dark deeds and secrets hidden
Bring witnesses of a stained criminal past and stolen items
Front me a past lover with tales of **** or ****** misdeeds
Show me anybody truly implicating me in any foul deeds

Ask my betrothed of ever knowing me drunk and disabled
Dig out any associations of me with friends of ill-repute
Point a day I conducted myself disgracefully 'n disrespectfully
Stand out a neighbour I went begging and borrowing from

Twirling taunting is nowt but delusions of ****** fantasists
Nothing to do with one devoid of fears and guilt of the neurotics
Show us the happy contented one who gives time to mudslinging
Even the most basic of intelligence tells us this is an impossibility

There are nasties out there kicking a poor policewoman in the head
There are repugnant foreign Taxi-drivers prostituting teen girls about
There are hate filled Terrorist willing to **** innocents unflinching
While our deranged think school playground antics is all they're worth

These are the ones that salivate in front of computer screens
Unwashed Keyboard cowards parading malfunctioning brains
Attention and ambition lacking deficits sad subhumans waiting to be fed
How can wasted western fodders impact on my consciousness or even my subconscious
Those by their evident actions already show they lack rationality, intelligence or understanding
Inadequates whose only recourse is to showcase their inferiority in pained envy and jealousy by trying to bully
Insignificant runts who can't better themselves despite opportunities abound
Dr Livingstone come see what your children from your Great Empire has become
You told our forefathers you came from the very cradle of Civilisation
A land of freedom and great knowledge
How come now your childrens are pathetic ignorant irrational insecure deluded cowards
What to do with morons other than to pitifully toss them a morsel of our talents once a while and laugh as they feed hungrily

You gotta laugh!

See it ghosts through your misty eyes
the landscape is changing and look what's happening
got you pulling the political correctness veil outta the way
ain't fooling them all is now blazing on the poster boards displays
they're now seeing your naked hate and famed forked tongues oiled
they know your moves is all about telling them to stay as you say
your simmering fire burns beneath masked by white bandages
the language masters who weaves idioms, verbs and nouns
our demented artists with the pallet of mixed sous colours
now exposed deranged as the pathetic cowards in fears
twisting and recoiling like maggots in turpentine
onlookers now in picture how you deny dignity
and ironize stereotypes you peddle glibly
we are all equal except the painters
who owns the white canvas
and carry the brushes
they see the black
painted black
but now
they know why
your masks drops
PC is a whip hand
you hide no more
your secret in the open
your narrow view exposed
your weaknesses now seen
your nightmare now empowers
dead or alive, your secret is well out