Well, its going home
to Rome
yip the Azzurros have caned our *****
but
at least we are still champions at Bullying
experts at conspiracies, taunting and tormenting
and we all agree, in all of Europe
we are World Class Yobs, Chavs and Yobbesses
who say we are good for nothing immature hooligans

So there it goes
we lost on penalties
and guess what its those three black ones
that missed three penalties, can't trust 'em, innit?

Well what do ya expect
you **** them off daily on social media
your racist yobs are daily throwing racial slurs
critizing, abusing, tormenting and trolling them
how do you expect them to now access the confidence needed
when after tearing them apart

You now throw them on expecting miracles
Maybe something in them at that crucial point flared in their brains
'Know what, **** this for a game of soldiers'
yeah, you dishonour us, you never treat us truly fairly
you keep our people down and tear into us
then at this critical hour, you say, 'Go do this for the Nation'
Go **** yourselves, were we heroes when you're tormenting us
on social media

we never encourage absolute confidence
we always see it as arrogance because its not common
amongst the majority, so we tear confidence down
out of envy because we can't be like them
The gifted are always scared to express themselves for fear
they will start tearing me down, calling me arrogant, a show-off
and all kinds of negative labels will rain down
so there you have it
the poor lads bricked it at the crucial moments
now they'll be dreading social media tomorrow
I wished they had it in them to have even for a second considered
my jokey projection above
but I know they don't have that in them, such fire isn't in them
they've been neutered long ago, from day one actually  

No doubt normal services will resume tomorrow on Facebook etc
and the deranged trolls
will be there sending banana emojis and telling them to go climb
a tree

Yip people,
we lost and the Italians have taken Football to Rome!
We know they have the style and the panache
and the men are not routinely castrated
and then sent out to take penalties
Viva la Roma

Most of the time they are not worth the effort
but my generosity of spirit and ethical kindness
not to mention my pity and tolerance
demands I do not let them go hungry
I do not leave them forlorn and ignored

So I visit them
help them lance their boils
and leave little food parcels for them
it is written
be kind to the unkind
for they are incapable of being kind
to themselves

Thus they are profoundly limited
they see but yet have no sight
they know yet do not know they know
hence the ravishing hunger
on a bellyful of nothing

Cloaked in malignant evaporation
hiding in stricken minds
emitting the purchased belches of perditions
shamed rashers squirm in rinds
casting their woes of mined trepidations
naysayers betrothed to finks
in the acidic mire of damning exasperations
cloudy dullards minus imponderable sine
impervious to the notion
that
the first condition for Happiness
is a clear conscience

The lames and children of the Lesser minds
  are stirring, stirring, stirring

with paddles and ladles
with brooms and spoons
with knives and forks and slicers
with sticks and wooden mortars
with lean rods, brambles and twigs

Eagerly they stirred the cauldron
in demented exertions they huffed and puffed
Turn to the right turn to the left
one leg in and one leg out, we all turn around
we're stirring, we're stirring the *** they crowed

I looked into the ***
the *** was empty
I see nothing to stir
Nothing but hot air
nothing but hot air

What possesses lesser minds
into dances with the Gemini moons
The emperor's tailor
on yet another jape
Go on my puppets, stir that hotpot
I can sniff that delicious goulash  aroma from 'where'

As enduring gravitas rains over them
they fling their tattered holey coats over themselves
in the defensive dirt roads of their inherently defensive lives
raging primal cries of the gain little nothing to lose waywardness
barracking the refuge of ignorant gainsays as fortresses of cosy dolts

As the known significance radiates
the hooded vacants arguments their trenches in mud
for hurling and wallowing same difference matters not to boot
lives less lived unjustified by rhymes or reasons in hate-filled ghouls
dedicated purveyors of dross by the gross in hell fire and brim stones

As worthiness embraces quality
agonized screech of envy bellow in tumultuous frenzies
agitated restless and wounded the malignant cancers seizes allies
tumors lives in memories needing sacrifices to expunge living horrors
in tormented bileful  allegiance the union of cripples stir up in malefaction

So my wise healthy wholesome Happiness
was waylaid by
errant useless thieves
the disgruntled never-do-well
the professional Offend Finders
some gang of frustrated *******
a heap of useful idiots
some scared people who are coerced
a whole bunch of prime fools
and a battalion of discontents
with some english rednecks
You they said to my happiness
Mr Happiness
we are going to destroy you
unfortunately
my Happiness does not understand
the language of Craziness and Narcissists
always smiling he said to me
these funny lots here are somewhat interesting
when you're bored
but sad to say
they are all off their rockers
with loads of personal issues to deal with
I know was the reply
but lets not laugh at the afflicted
OK, I'm not laughing but they still say I am smug
they are in perpetual delusions and as batty as a belfry
maybe we should laugh cause I find it all hilarious
says my indomitable  wise healthy wholesome Happiness

What I bring to the table is Sensitivity, Sincerity, Compassion,
Honesty and Respect
What I bring to the table is Intelligence, Good Grace and Humour,
Understanding and Confidence
What I bring to the table is Generosity in spirit and Deeds, Calmness and Reflection, Strength, Bravery and Courage
What I bring to the table is a Caring Soul, a Good Heart and Faith,
Loyalty and Truthfulness and Trust
What I bring to the table is Versatility, Competence and Originality
What I bring to the table is the Love of Romeo and Real Passion
unrivalled..........

So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone!

Am I to blame if some chose not to see
Am I to blame if stunted pride and ego blinds
Am I to blame if stupidity and foolishness abound
Am I to blame if complexes and insecurities assail some
Am I to blame if dishonesty and fickleness is more appealing
Am I to blame if envy and jealousy blind eyes and minds in others

Am I to blame if they term caring and attentive as clingy
Am I to blame if they term Intelligence and Honesty as arrogance
Am I to blame if they term Strength, Bravery and Courage as Male
Chauvanism
Am I to blame if they term Intelligence Competence and originality
as Controlling
Am I to blame when they lack the Ability to look honestly and truthfully within themselves before pointing their fingers

So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone

So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone
at my table..........

But why do they do all this, I asked, shaking my head pitifully.
Its unimaginable  the amount of time and efforts they expend,
over nothing. Not to mention having the inclinations for such
absurdities!.

She leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially as she puts
down her glass, while she waved at me to lean in closer too.

Her cute lips barely moved as she whispered theatrically,
" this is a secret, don't quote me."
I nodded.

" POST TRUTH" she uttered, " It's all post truth, they have put
all their people in a post truth world and they all live in post truth now"

"Do you know what Post truth means?" she asked, her eyes glaring inquiringly in a straight gaze at mine.

"Yes I do I replied, basically its, ‘relating to or denoting circumstances in which objective facts are less influential in shaping public opinion than appeals to emotion and personal belief’", I trotted out. Leaning back in my seat, I considered this, and what she had just shared.

My plight has been Orwellian, from the very start, but I honestly wouldn't have believed people would be so gullible in this day and age. But then who was it that said " No man ever went broke overestimating the ignorance of the public".

Internally I processed things again, Welfare spounging Crooks burgled me, I gave them a piece of my mind, crooks call on their Socialist mates, who then launched an unjustified campaign of
slander, vilification, harassment, hounding, intimidation, ruining
my marriage, career, reputation and my health. I, the victim of a fowl crime becomes the villain and the criminals gentrified working class heroes.

It all seem implausible in Modern Britain, this day and age, yet it's all true.

My silence prompted her, " I don't like it myself and you already know how I feel about them, but..... and she shrugged her slim
shoulders and the look of sadness and resignation in her eyes says
it all. I felt sorry for her, only God knows the leverage, inducement,
threats or dirt at play for her cooperation, given the nature of the ***** politicking that's been playing all these while
and the  results of former experiences. Poor thing, I mused,
knowing her private life was at stake now..

In Post truth terms, you are a rich arrogant privileged and greedy chauvinistic parasite who deserve all you're getting and more. 
Their propaganda machine is devious and slick. 

I couldn't help acknowledging the disingenuous politicking at
play here by our Red comrades, the nasty racial undertones of my
plight had been white-washed, the theft of my hard earned possessions is bye the bye, the bullying and intimidation by the
neighbouring criminals and their subsequent gangstalking covered up. now, what remains is hapless me, alone, unsupported and just the heinous distortions, the misinformation, exaggerations, slander and disinformation exists, and all these are falling into receptive ears by the bucketloads. The general public's moral compass has been twisted and befuddled if not totally obliterated.  

I sat in silence and for a short while, we both avoided eye contact,
finally we looked at each other. She knew I had got the picture and
for a second I saw sorrow in her eyes. Then it was gone, you could
almost glimpse this was a sentiment she wasn't allowed.

I had seen that look before from quite a number of others, nobody dares act against the wave, nobody wants to be considered a traitor
or a sympathiser.

I tried lifting the mood and changed the topic, we made chit-chat
and found laughter in some places, we finished our drinks and left.

On the street walking I once again felt sorry for her and made a
conscious decision not to see her again. I was a persona non gratia
now, and it's not healthy being my friend. Friends are compromised, debriefed and used as baits or informers. I have become a dangerous person to know and the truth has been murdered, cut into little pieces and then incinerated into ashes.

They had perhaps forgotten that TRUTH lives forever, the truth
is the TRUTH and remains the TRUTH, no matter what you do to it.

FOR NOW HOWEVER WE HAVE POST TRUTH, HOW LONG THAT WILL LIVE FOR?
Your guess is as good as mine!

Goodbye dear friend, I watched her walk away, there was an unusual slowness in her steps and she looked back at me just as I was turning away, I did not turn to look back at her again,

I knew I will not be seeing her again................

In dumboland
a man nearing pension
decides it time to
have children

In dumboland
a man decides an acquaintance
unseen and unknown
is a loved bride to be

In dumboland
an extremely hygienic man
is a stinking ****** man
Go ask Lynda who was
kissing my ***

In dumboland
an aggrieved crime victim
wants to **** any woman
he looks at or that stands in
front of him

In dumboland
any ******* written
goes straight to a crime victim's head
and influences the victim thus


In dumboland
Cowardly bullying and intimidation
by thieves is Democracy and People's power
House Burglars should harass crime victims
into silence and breakdowns

In dumboland
the liars are truthful and honest
and the honest and truthful
are the liars

the ragged village antimacassars laced up
in sodden republican voile
ropey and holey in mind-set threadbare strings
always flattened and laid low as their wont

they create their drama of perceptions in insipid flair
as lacy as roundheads and porous as cuckoo's nests
the petticoat warriors in holes denoting patchy visions
skimming crumbs from table tops
to feed the flimsy and feeble hold of ropey binds

bargain bucket bunch in spread reflecting dense wares
and cracked pottery heads
who dines at the table of fetchers and flunkies
but fetchers and flunkies carrying blunderbusses
firing hot air

So the
definitely-not-Mensa materials
ineptly put papyrus to pen
and scrawled brilliant drivels
gifting us the benefits of their opinions
bravo to hogwash twaddle  and crap
jolly ode to trivial pursuits
and quite certainly informative
for how else will we know
the disadvantage and dumb
can actually read and scrabble and vent
as we have our Office do's in the back garden
or just simply laugh at them
and tell them to lump it
cause that's their lot
hard cheese plebs blah blah blah
anyone for more G and T

what love and peace
does a perverse soul brings to vesper
when in frenzied malice and demented winds
it enters tidy chambers and flings dirt and ashes around
should the verger fall on his knees and pray redemption
or as man of flesh ring out this disturbed menace
who seeks to damage without reason
congregation can afford damages
does our Lord pray for satan

Social isolation the white wild winds ordained
blowing it malignancy in heinous throes
set thou aside and out in the cold
vision what heralds inwards
social isolation for all big time
in immeasurable repay
Karma is a *****
In errant white wash avenging mandate flowed
trod-ding on ignorance riding red hot malice
freeze thine life banish progress in check
vision again what heralds inwards
everybody freeze and stop now
stay boded keep away
Karma is a *****
In searing white light and incinerating acid rays
foul toxic flames fans unjust machinations
confine thy life in lock-down and knocks
vision what heralds inwards in time
lock downs for all misery abound
cost in billions people weeping
Karma is such a *****
On poisoned voices on white lands and lowlands
in blinded rages foaming green bile and slime
thee to Coventry make thou untouchable
vision what heralds inwards for all
stay apart from each-other is order
do not touch go to pub or party
Wow, Karma is such a *****
In opaque storms and indulgent malicious Faye
darkness rings untruth and dastardly deeds
casting evil orders and cruel incantations
to quench edifice of truths innocent
to spit in the winds is a fools game
what thou giveth do cometh back
Karma is such a *******
with receipts to give to all
without exceptions

Would you quote Shakespeare
if words were put in his mouth to script as told
and Actors in the round house made their own lines
and called it Hamlet in den, Mark of the Zeros, gross Acts
and the gutter press wrote reviews, funding by the underworld
its all full of lies and fury. a macabre production signifying nothing
Ophelia patrons all in attendance, suitably warped, slanted and dim
a pound of flesh they  screamed as tempest raged in muddled minds
to be or not to be a herd of sheep or Iago's in the tragedy of delusions
and in this lynching theater the quality of mercy IS STRAINED
but
this
is
Shakespeare's own words below
and those with hearts and sane minds
still hail and take inspiration from a genius un-killable

It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God Himself;

When the lion sleeps
it does not dream about sheep
it leaves that to the butchers
after-all a lion does not need a knife
to hunt for his dinner

Does it get boring toying with nonentities
is it worth the bother stirring the momentum of chavs
is it even vaguely interesting fencing with half-baked semi-illiterates
I wouldn't know for I am just a man who's  not intimidated
by stupid dumb ghost in misguided neon mirages
and I am not bothered by yelling boo back
at cushion soft white cloaks full of damp air
core-less with no essence and pliable
boo boo oo wooo boo woo
there's nothing real about you
even your mothers can't talk to you
boo woo

Attrition sings the blues
in hidden stables rocking in mangers  
no God here only sinners welcome for homage
to the weakened troubled pained and diseased minds
enshrining envy jealousy and fears of the insecure and inadequate
where relief is sought in sharing  miseries in dud hope of like for like
attrition sings the blues morning noon an dusk in hysteric punctuality

The weak and fearful will run
for screeching dirges will strike raw nerves
vacuous entities will flee for putrid idioms will stain
the cowards will rile and flunk off in wounded tantrum of pain
and snowflakes will melt and turn into the quavering wreck of husk
while the real solid true an characterful sees nothing but dolts aching
and hears in attrition blues caterwauling of losers without essence or self worth

as the baby cry all night
the mother said
you may keep me awake all night
but you are keeping yourself wake
all night too
relentless works both ways
but who is expending more effort

Do they know
that minds can override repetitions
and flexibility and adaptability are qualities that work
and obsession is mostly more a problem for the obsessives
rather than the receiver
Do they know that remembrance
of what is not impressionable
has no impact whatsoever
Does seeing a tub of yogurt everywhere
remind you of the yogurt
you had for breakfast
all the time

The semi-illiterates think in pictures and signs
the intelligentsias think in logic and informed reasoning
the sheep and herds are slave to group-think in mindless unity
the wholesome accomplished erudite matured owns their minds
the crude and simple make asinine deductions in simplistic manners
the trained educated minds has logical and seasoned references to hand
one which states
"The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart"
so spare the fools your contempt or reasoning's, for
“Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.”
the semi illiterates thinks in semi-illiteracy and knows the colour of water
so better to know when in their midst that
“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.”
the intelligent person knows that
"Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain - and most fools do."
and that
"Trickery and treachery are the practices of fools that have not the wits enough to be honest"

The truly intelligent person is one who can pretend to be a fool
in front of a fool who pretends to be intelligent
so lets leave them
to their anchors and triggers
those are the educational aids that instructed their simple minds

If you know the gate is locked securely
why are you employing a million locksmiths
and seven guard dogs
and ten watch men
to guard a toilet
are the bowl and basin
gold and encrusted with diamonds
methinks some have taken leave of their senses

No hopping off to the Mounties
or crossing over to stars and stripes
citing the importance of my head health
I am not in hiding in my twenty room mansion
did nowt to Joan and Kelly to give millions in redemption
and I am not opening anything to appease hordes
I am in plain sight on the battle field
girded my ***** and joined up
did my bit like most other
with no caviar or vintage
champers or port
So do your worst
it merely confirms
I am a better man than you

Rimani! Riposati accanto a me.

Non te ne andare.

Io ti veglierò. Io ti proteggerò.

Ti pentirai di tutto fuorchè d’essere venuto a me, liberamente, fieramente.

Ti amo. Non ** nessun pensiero che non sia tuo;

non ** nel sangue nessun desiderio che non sia per te.

Lo sai. Non vedo nella mia vita altro compagno, non vedo altra gioia.

Rimani.

Riposati. Non temere di nulla.

Dormi stanotte sul mio cuore…

So truly insignificant

so pitifully pathetically ignorant

so misguided and prey to manipulation

so elementary and ridiculously simple minded

all I could do was moon to them at will

that was one language they know

bet they even like my cheeks

hahaha hahaha haha

God forbid I spend any time
watching and waiting on actions or deeds
irrelevant to me
God forbid I have any sadistic bent
to any fellow human
Pray make my time and life purposeful
that I am always a source of positive things
never darken my minds with dark thoughts against others
for there's so much goodness and joy to share with others
Pray for the unhappy ladened joyless souls
for the sickened and damaged with no Lights
in hearts or souls whose only solace comes
from trying to spread woes and ills on others
Give them dear Lord The Bread of Life
so that they rebirth in True Contentment
and are graced with Peace in their Hearts

These lovers
These love Experts
They have so much love
they know all about love
so much so
that they have the highest rate
of Lone Parent Families
in the whole of Europe
and the highest rate of STI's
in Europe
That's how much they know
about love

In the make-believe globule
the partisans talk in tongues inaudible
only attuned to like mindless
we may see but neither them or us know
as chalk differs from granite
in all honesty yellow means noting to me
another parables of *******
for I know there is nothing real or imagined
that is yellow about moi
in succinct appreciation moi knows moi
and surely no yellow belly
nor oriental yellow though moi just loves
the glorious yellows
of Van Gogh's five canvases of sunflowers in a vase

And in bliss and grace
he stands
indomitable and revered
as worms squirm and maggots twitch
in their muddy encasing swamps in pestilent anguish
in their rotten decaying compost they lament in solidarity
for in worthless dirt they are rulers in the ecosystem in aerating ****
the landowner's calm
he surveys
indomitable and revered
nature provides and in God's providence
the dirt worms and maggots have their place
always busy under weeds and underground toiling away
its the natural order of the natural law as mother nature intended
nature is hieratical
some are nurtured some are nature's manure

In the dept of rancid animus
gripped in malice and madness
drunk on envy and jealousy wounded
they decided to construct a zig-zag road
on a straight Highway with no bends or corners
and in grand ignorance showcasing macabre indulgences
they said it was all to do with figuring out what a straight route is
sadly they lack the lucidity to realize they had lost the plot way back
and the watchers could see they are lame with all kinds of deformities
in ivory grandiosity they are social engineers with neon-power, hey!
also they're psychologists with degrees in Psychology for Retards
as well as being mind-readers  and avid seed planters to boot
aroused our dastardly Alchemists can make black blacker
and twist better than Chubby Checker in his hey days
they will take foregone conclusions and make drama
and say in odious stupidity this is power to people
even become Cupid saying strangers are lovers
magical thinking and herd mentality here
all fundamentals in this game of fools
they anchor here and trigger there
all incomprehensible you know
in obvious flair they do forget
they are raving psychotics
and the sane do not see
with their sick eyes
and knew them
from day one
aberrations
in white
rags

Because it was all made up

I could see the joins, the nuts and *****-heads everywhere

This is not for me, I believe in absolute quality

shoddy workmanship means shoddy workers

I should go to Coventry than buy into all that......

I was given love
when it was crafted by the Master crafts-maker
pure, sublime, exquisite, demure, enchanting and priceless
a jewel of the Nile that made Faberge and Asprey  weep in homage
Now, love is made in China
mass produced in sweatshops with cheap labour
tin and lead, gilded gold-plated disposable imitations
gaudy show-pieces, chintzy and pretentious of poor quality
So these fine days
every Tom, ****, Harriet and Jane
say they all own one, a love of their own
its special and priceless, and so easy to purchase
and the great beauty about it all is that its easily replaceable
I was given love
when it was crafted by the Master crafts-maker
It isn't Western made or made in China from artificial goods
by machines or robots, no living beings was harmed in the process
I am because I have always lived with the Real Deal

Thinking they know me
to work me
while I know them
and work them
as their Masters do
The molten need casing
for form
otherwise it merely swirls and bubbles
belching incendiary gases
choking back on it selves
in arid sulpheric smokey mist of minds
In this the Master and I know
their Masters give them form
and blows them to do as ordered
no more than toys
I show them
what it's like to be bred well
not forged in a furnace
as pawn pieces for their Masters
They can never know me to work me
they are molten liquid from the furnace
forged, molded and shaped
to work for Masters
They are not self-possessed

To the lowers
lower thoughts
to the lowers
lower do's and deeds
to the lower
lower talks and jives
to the lower
has to look up to the higher
in lower eyes
bringing pains in lower necks
which they blame the higher for
no swinging low
no sweet chariots
they are already home on lower levels
waiting for their leaders to leave the concessionary bars
where the movers and shakers all celebrate their high status
the lowers are waiting with neck pains
the lowers are playing checkers
and picking on brown men for their pains
in lowers' sensibility
in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king

why do they bother
when there are four, five and six
when there are pink sky and rainbow
and a bird can skip from black shade to white glow
and federico fellini is on constant standby to do his art
why does a passerby matter in a parade just fitting and free

the hurt was from not finding intelligence in a post colonial sister
of thinking that the yoke of imperialism has been expunged
that the modern contemporary ones have inherent esteem
no longer tied to mental slavery in this dawn of Aquarius
and have grown to know real power is within us all
the hurt was the disappointment this was a fallacy

they still owned the minds and souls of  a lot of the new breeds
perhaps even more than the old brigade who were broken easily
by the Machiavellian Rulers and left to pay the heavy prices undue
I was hurt because I thought I'll find intelligence but met a dud
it was not a romantic liaison with a broken heart at stake
it was the knowledge that some will never be free

I was tired from hoping to know a 'woke" contemporary
and seeing mind blinded and indoctrinated puppets
I made peace with this, finding diamonds are never easy
there may just be one black diamond here
but by jove, its one hell of a gem
Yes, that diamond is priceless
Tell them to make sure they lock it up good!

Poor Majority
poor majority indeed
in more ways than one
who live in Lewis Carroll wonderland
the majority poor white rabbits live in the rabbit hole
Alice Macafferty and her family were thieving white rabbits
they were also friends with some Mad Hatters also called Red Hatters
and together in their Rabbit holes in crazy unlit wonderland
they saw a black Prince happy and nice and that irked them
look at him smiling so much like the Cheshire cat
this Prince definitely has an  abundance of milk
and cream and things which we don't have
we are the majority and should have
the majority of everything says us
yes we do have a majority
of one important thing
We are the maddest
stupidest weakest
hateful nastiest
white rabbits
in wonder
land

Consider your origins:
you were not made to live as brutes,
but to follow virtue
and knowledge.

Dante Alighieri

Nope, don't drag me in
before I pledge alliance to any group cause
I wanna know why how and for what result
You can't just tell me your side
I would want to know the others' side too
I will go to an alleged offender
look right in their eyes and say
Listen, its being said you're so and so
or hey! they're are saying you did this and that
what have you got to say for yourself
Now, therein lays the difference
between Men and Boys
between Women and Girls
between Adulthood and Childish
between Maturity and Immaturity
and in most cases between Truth and Lies
and most importantly
between FEAR and HONESTY
and while most are governed by fear, fear, fear
Honesty knows no fear
If I make the wrong call I'll put up my hands and apologize
rather that than join the majority because I am afraid not to
I'd rather be unfiltered and hated, ostracised and pilloried
than live as a cowardly sheep full of hidden fears, secrets and
ravaged by insecurities and weak at core
hiding in Groupthink and Groupspeak
how demeaning and undignified is that
Yes, the're times when one has to be diplomatic
but it is positive diplomacy and that is not cowardice or fear
I am not perfect, nobobody is
but don't ask me to follow the herd or side a one sided narrative
That's the difference between you and I
or I and them
and I am not afraid to admit that
call me a ***** if you like
cause I call
a ***** a *****