Boneheads are boneheads because they are boneheads
the woo woo ghosts faffing regular as clockwork
whimsical dunces unaware familiarity breeds contempt
pawns are pawns because they are expendable
whom in limited spots not much is gainly or expected
but crude ham-****** debacles of incontinent duds
dolts have been cracking and wearing out from eighty five
contemptible on mobsters service in asinine patrol
the laughable visibility of lower caste in same-ol' same ol'
the ghosts have maxed out woo woo into a whimper
bores never know they are boring same as haunting ghosts

Which one of you
has the wherewithal
to find somewhere quiet
and go within to break your trance
and reclaim your minds and your heads
are you enough to see how you have been played
tuned into a frenzied wayward ditty
dulled into colic twang belchers
strummed in hapless reefs
plucked duds on frets
orchestration of vapid
bums in *** encore
you've been played
arranged scored
in *** notes
they groove
in derision
yet know
nowt

Frenzied
hungry
.
,
,
bait.....

I am a prince
so what
get over yourselves
you're beneath me
and that's just the fact!

You're commoners
of low birth
go blame god
I had nothing to do with it
simple reality, get real

I eat with my hands
no need to show off
you on the other hand, always complaining
needing attention always

Go learn to be independent
Princes are born ready
they eat responsibilities
you eat fish and chips and drink too much

You wanna be a Prince
but you can't, too bad for you
you ain't got chutzpah or finesse
and you live in awe of me

If not why can't you live and let's live
ain't taken none from you
but you all have green eyes full of envy
and you don't bath daily

I am a prince
a **** good one at that
you are blinded commoners
**** bad and revolting ones, at that

**** or no ****
I am still better than you
anytime any day
in fact I am so better than you
that you will write poetry
about me
but you
well you're just ****
no one thinks
you are important

No its not justin you wuss
small
small
small
micro
micro
micro
don't feel a thing
no grip
no grip
no grip
finish
finish
finish
over in a flash
useless
useless
useless
back story of the bully

Glory be to the Father,
and to the Son,
and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now,
and ever shall be,
world without end.
Amen.

They weren't born with a silver spoon
only an umbilical cord tied round their necks
alas this stopped enough oxygen getting to their brains
creating minds full of mumbo jumbo ideas and fantasies
and a bleeding wound that gives them pain without relief
reminding them all the time they are low and never good enough
cause they were born without a silver spoon on a dusty ***** track

It's a blemish that can never be erased
even with a million lucre they still feel small and stained
you can take them out of the manger not the shame out of them
they always believe and know that those others are better than them
with stunted-brains and raving-angst they never see the world right
its us and them burns the burning passions in conflicted sad minds
life long struggles for the struggle to find that silver spoon never had

Their leaders had a brilliant idea in time
mind without a silver spoon their brains always suspect
find all the silversmiths and **** them all and then nationalize silver
one called Stalin killed millions because he saw silver in their teeth
one Pol *** decided he saw silver in the educated and killed them all
this Chavez took all the silver and gave it all away now they are poor
and Fidel says we'll share equally but I and my brotha will only give

The Silver searchers in the some of the West
decided, we should just fight and talk and hold rallies and hate
all those born with the silver spoon must be punished to kingdom
but look says some, you can have silver if you only apply yourself
that's a trick says them of the befuddled minds and complexes bad
let's just be nuisances and hate and holler and torment and harass
Looking closely all their leaders had silver spoons but that's OK

of course
it troubles them greatly
when they know they've been outsmarted
if painfully confirms their insecurities and irrelevance
what else to do
but to seek solace and save faces
in pretends and pretexts after all that's something they're good at
like in nature change like a chameleon or big up like the puff adder
they say we are the majority
yet a single person shows a thousand and ten cowards mere fools
their further humiliation hurts and fuels their propensity for delusions
three cheers for our controllers and rulers as they parade in their
Emperors New Straitjackets Coats
long may they fool themselves and all their followers
please show respect for they come in thousands and thousands
to war with one person who is still standing

" You may shave all the lustrous mane
off a lion
but please do not mistake it for a large panther "

west wing ignoramus says its bout control
we know zilch yet we know it all
hearsay, gainsay fibs and blatant fabrications
dances merrily at the Gossiping Minnie's Party
strings on arms and legs they twirl aimlessly
uber goddesses with burning aching thighs
venting moist frustrations in illusory capture
to tie down and ravish wild and abandoned
to poke and **** in agitated passion
away from the kinks of little dysfunctioners  
soft clay in early deliveries with vigor-less charms
so call it a revolt to pull strings and control
we must dominate in the west wing and in the east
call it Gulliver, call it the power of the untitled
we want to spread and take it yet we don't want to
lay down and take it anymore
this is our made up dream of power

It is said
that in Prisons
you have to belong to a gang
who will show you the ropes
teach you new tricks
and watch your back
in that allegiance you sell your soul
for protection and in hock
both inside and outside

If you dare not to
then you become a prey
the others will do everything
to break you
till you become their *****
always vulnerable always fearful

when I stood up to the criminal gang
who thought I was perfect for blackmail
and extortion
they broke into my flat and our car
then started their gangstalking
deploying women gang members
as the leading infantries
spreading false malicious information
character assassination
to isolate and remove all possible support
the rest was to deploy all their nefarious tactics
which ultimately drive such victims insane or suicide

I did nothing wrong
other than make it forcefully clear
I will not bow to blackmail or be intimidated by them

I sat back and watch criminals turn everybody around
into prisoners, obeying masters, with no will of their own
they no longer have a moral compass
they had entered a prison world without knowing
they are all under martial law of the prisons
became gang members
who have been shown the ropes
taught new ***** foul tricks
and told they are in solidarity
in that allegiance they have sold their minds and souls
for acceptance and now in hock

Yes, I am alone
I may well die alone
but I will know at least I refused to give in to blackmail
by gangsters and criminals
even if they destroy everything I endeavoured
honestly and sincerely for or achieved.
I will stand a free man, I will not be owned by criminals

Come on oppressors
roll up those sleeves you've got
that job to do
vilifiers you cannot stop now
you are no where near earning your kip
rake the muck
the blacker the blacker for soot sake
now harassers do not sit on the job
the're so many ways you can go
twist and shout and do the hokey pokey
but do not all fall down
where are the tormentors for Chrissake
and I mean Chris sake and the contract
we cannot stop now you do know that
are the ugly trolls sleeping or what
those ******* are always hiding
they say they work better that way
so ****** show some hidden talent
the ****** racists have blacked out
flaming Nora are they burnt-out
the haters are so ****** grumpy
mouthing off in icy shambles
loathing and self loathing so blooming apparent
the vigilantes said they've gone modern
no longer carry their pitchforks and chewing hay
they are now known as Renta-mob and want little persuading
look the sadists are busy galvanizing all these sorry-*****
come on you sad lot
there are so many of us
against just one
you cannot rest on your cowardice now
get on with the job
hop to it, hop to it
No, no kneeling on neck
that's not the way we do it here
and look what that has caused already
its the bloodless slow **** here
us sadists absolutely enjoy the joy of the hunt  
ya! the poor deer!   hahaha   hahaha
hahaha

I have seen the Poverty that steals from poverty
I knew Poverty that cried poor tears
and even Poverty that sells her children to live
there's even some Poverty that rob Peter to pay Paul
as well as those Poverty that beg in public
and horrors, you have those Poverty that will **** and maim
then I travelled and  Mon Dieu
I came across Honorary Poverty
We are Honorary Poverties they exclaimed proudly
we chose to make bad choices, reject or misuse opportunities
see, we are the Civilised Poverties and we are ******
we don't work, we get Welfare checks for free
we squander that
we blame those that have and hate them for doing well
and make them pay for everything
we are classy Poverties
cause we come from a civilised Nation
and we are proud to be
Honorary Poverties

A million nonsense stirs nothing but a contemptible guffaw
and a quick blank out
but it does show a pervasive sickness dancing in mass hysteria
the common kind
that intoxicate the commoners miraging relevance in irrelevances
the dance of hens
aping the mating peacocks and unfurling fantasy colourful plumes
they have none as have-nots'
but what cost a vivid starved imagination and killer moans to boot
still it moves nothing
but an exit to go start again and come back to kiss my fine  derrière

She sat in a corner
and yes, she was good looking
and anything time I looked up
day in day out, she was looking right at me

I had no design or illusion
unlike them, I know real from delusion
moreover ignorant bullies do not interest me
and she had been a thoughtless human sheep

Then they sat her in front of me
by now I was bored silly with their stupidity
I never have the passion for their silliness
They talk of Brent Cross, I thought what nonsense

In watford it was another one
petite dark hair and wow, with looks of wow
she came and talked about books
I never had any desire or design, I just wanted survival

Again they banged up the latest
Once again a petite wow, exotic with dark tresses
we talked and I knew, this wasn't real
so I curbed all desires but played along

But that was a mistake
they wanted a love hook to hook me down
toy with my mind and dangle the bait
I had read the score and refused the bait

But nothing I do will make them see their folly
he's in love, go in for the ****, reel him in
so they have created a delusional interest
which they obsessively saivate over

Scripted words of non event
poems and prose of unrequited love
drama after delusionary drama
imagined acts and projections of nothing

Come watch soap by obsessive idiots
come see time wasting and acts meaningless
come see the fools opera by fool for fools
come see how madness turns into a contagious virus
come see Urban myth gives lives to urban worship
Come see our Urban Messiah  laughing till his sides aches

I drove it in with hard solid passion
her whole body shuddered and I felt her thighs
parting further, yet my hot sword again heaved internally
and filled out more in that velvet tunnel, making it even tighter

she moaned, oh she moaned and wrapped folded arms
round my shoulders firmly pulling me even closer.
I paused to savour my girth throbbing in wet hot tight jelly
a million nerves ending tingling to tingles from sugar walls
a warmth like no other enveloped our bodies rising to our brains
my length was hitting a yielding ending making her scream more

lifting my hip I started firing ions and sweet sensations
as she lifted her firm solid hips to meet my thrusts
a fire dance of immortals, a duo speak of raw energy
slickly intermingling in a fire pit of molten hot candy
she moaned and groaned, simpered, howled and groaned
and our bodies grind and booped, and again and again

taken over by a compulsion to push and pull and seek deeper
she drew me in and I lengthened with every push and trust
I reached soft ends only to push further and find a little
more yield and a sweet velvet glove is polishing my sword
while hot whispers fling out endearments, or moans quietly

my tiger, wild untamed, claimed my body and growled
loudly, bearing his teeth as sweat ran down my forehead
I was in my stride, the rhythm was in motion in the ocean
my fevered brain told me, make this a long ride
give it to her like she's never had it before.
I can go on for as long as it takes, I answered back

I bent my head and my full lips found a ******
I need a drink from that full circling soft balloon
she raised her face and slipped warm tongue in my mouth
her hand behind my neck held me firmly locked in sweet kisses
her hips moved in unison with mine and slippery sounds played
I was lost in ecstasy, my sword throbbed in full beaming glory

Suddenly her hip became stronger than mine
she slammed into mine and started screaming
she moved with faster tempo and i felt a pulsating grip below
that started attacking my hard sword, squeezing, pulling
I had to change gears, I drove even deeper, she was flaying
and threshing, her thighs trapping my thighs tightly
Oh..oh...its multiple she hissed wildly, come with me
come with me...oh..come together with me

My hips rose higher, and then higher some more.
your command is my wish.... sweet lady, I whispered
I put the engine in gear five, revved the pistons
and slammed on the tottle, I was motoring in Monaco now
I heard a banshee screaming somewhere. I heard myself howling
while the sweetest fire started scorching my sword
and sipped out a torrent of high octane molten hot honey
our naked bodies clashed, medged, disengage and reconnected
in an exotic freestyle wrestle, yet below we were glued in sync
a blast, the big bang with stars and glitters and a vice like grip
it seemed to last forever and I swear I heard celestial choirs then I slowly descended from cloud nine and then the rolling slowed down.

I hope this is just a pitstop my brain hissed at me, I am ready
to go again, please note, brain added.

Please let my lovely lady at least recover a little, I chided brain.

She clung on to me, we were drenched in sweat
she was shaking, shuddering and trembling all in one
then tears fell from her eyes mingling with sweat on her face
her cheeks were flushed, she glowed red. tousled hair fanned
her face in wet strands, she looked ever so beautiful

She gazed into my eyes, stroking my wet cheeks
she was still panting as I was too
You are amazing ...she said, I do love you so much, she added..her hazel eyes sparkling,..... You are simply the best!

Resting a palm on her full soft right breast, I blew her a kiss.

You are beautiful and you make me amazing.... I replied.
I love you too, my darling.........

Perhaps if they were fed with silver spoons
they'll know that bullies
are just weak inadequate cowards with
underlying problems they are hiding
who pick on others in their league
to make themselves feel significant
If they pick on their superiors
they are easily dismissed
as fools and mere laughing stocks
What's funnier than an armless man
turning up to play Lawn Tennis
at Wimbledon
So without the silver spoons
the least they can do is wear silver chains
and most off them cannot afford that
and anyway it wouldn't make them
any less dumb
its a birth right thing.....hahaha

You cannot resist noticing the tallest poppy
in blooming grace and elegance
fetchingly in stately fare
it inspires telling emotions

Homage tailored and drawn from the selves
to the fulfilled souls it garners endearments
natures talented in Creators divine proven
to the heathens and charlatans of soiled statures
the brilliance and worth of the tallest poppy
vividly challenges the scrotes and the lame

For those in dire poverty of spirit and souls
see nothing but discontentment and disharmony
in frenzied fervours and vacuous misgivings
weighted down with wild and ungifted tendencies
these base miscreants only want to cut down the tallest poppy

For in shinning light and virtuous benign fulfillment
that tallest poppy is a reminiscent memory in grace and splendor
of all that these miscreants could never be and will never be
for they are merely as weeds chaffs and fodder
far from the Royal touch of The Omnipotent Creator

If I am indecisive
in any way
I wouldn't be sitting here
cause there
are places where being
indecisive
does not mean do or don't

Is he too clever by half
How long do we have to keep on
recycling our spittle
and
waiting for the sun to fall down to earth
we really want a super tan

Do his head... in the crooks said
look who's talking says I
have you now graduated from kicking doors in?

The Anarchists militants rock in
pompously declaring
to this greedy Elitist, we want him driven paranoid

The Racists crawled up
damaged his life and ruin him, easy
that jumped up black ******* deserves nothing else

The Feminists kick in
that Chauvinistic Pig should fry like bacon
string him up and gut the Pig for standing up to a female thief

The poor blacks whimpered loudly
just lets mess with his head, the *******
he thinks he is not black and behaves like he's superior

The wife thinks to herself
oh..dear, this here is the best man ever
but I better not say that and he has ****** another,so I'm off

They all scream in Unison
we are democratic and we will do all you want
this is the solidarity of the people

Hold on says the Anti Monarchist Psychos
he has Royal connection, no quarters given here
we want him tortured and degraded, denied and banned

The robbed man says
Hey chaps, have you lost your minds
I did nothing wrong, these thieves stole from me

It doesn't matter they all screamed
you have a big **** and **** all the time
that's enough for us
How is that fair, its the gallows for you, no mercy....

Black Lives Matter
mine matters so much
it threatens them into gang-stalking me
this one we cannot patronize or ignore
I am so happy
special treatment for The Special One
blaze away
I AM WORTHY

As if we're all of the same ilk
as if ignorance is my cup of tea
as if any common filly is worth my while
as if I'm one of their substandard specimen
as if I am not the one who holds them in contempt
as if they can ever be gracious enlightened and noble
as if their crude crass thuggery is not the norm of blunt minds
as if
as if
as if
pedigree blue blood
does not agitate them
and plunge them into red mist
where they find semblance never substance

thank you Mother Dorothy
and all the other nuns
thank you mummy and daddy
for all you did
I learnt from very early days
to always hold a straight bat
for when you do
you don't have to worry too much
about all the googlies
that may come your way

just think and concentrate
remember your training and practice
do not fear the bowler or the ball
be confident never arrogant
mind your wicket and watch the ball
get your stance right know your calculations
know when to hit and when to avoid
play fair and trust your judgement
always keep a straight bat
no sledging and never intentionally scratch the ball
learn well for life can be like cricket

You need a highly skilled craftsman
to cut a diamond
there are very very few of those around
these days

When stitched up like a kipper
be wise enough to now
that your average commoners
are not going to become
Sherlock Holmes
blinded escapisms any day
to brains drain
especially when there's so little
of it from get-go

And my spirit devours them
outshines them in all radiant spheres
takes entry in their shallow sunken fort
and once as always shows them even in inertia
sublime forces of natural charisma captivates and holds sway
i have the freehold of their heads and a leasehold of their minds
and collect homage in irresistible attention worthy of a real Prince
I am the he
who reminds them that fortune favours my father's son