the men never mature
reared my mummies who protect
given fluffy toys and teddies
ma cooks, washes and clean

in teens they do as they like
speaks to parents like mates
some even go to bed with parents
they all do what they like

no boundaries no discipline
no respect no orders no guidance
slightest stress its hives and reddening
gangly lanky  babies as fluffy as cotton
the gals know more and have to teach what to do

move from mum to partners
another female to run their lives
do the budgets, gives instructions
hand me your packet go play your video games
take john to the park, go kick your football
go to the pub go lark with yer mates

the men never mature
hefty but no substance no drive
childish half baked as limited as nuffink
easily influenced and led by popular culture
join the throng and do as the others do

we are the puppet masters
the great pretenders behind the aprons
without a partner we bolt to tinder or burn to cinders
our mums love us, they are the best
and now sometimes we can't tell the boys from the girls
and hey, that is cool
we are revolutionaries in our nightmares

They run from name to names
as if that would make a difference
but contempt knows no names or cares
a disgraced ghost in vengeful pain is a disgraced ghost
in vengeful pain, its really as obvious and apparent as that

They chase words in swirls and twist
in their minds it carries some messages to ingest
I just see the cheapness and desperation of dis-ingenuity
and smell the cloying fear that underpins their weaknesses
just cheap insecure ghosts looking for relevance and face save

They show how innate vapid arrogance
compensates for stupidity and shortsightedness
while tomfoolery dances with immaturity in insipid minds
and most telling is their kak lack of introspection or consciousness
for ghost sees what it wants to see and hear what it wants to hear

They have not changed a jot in me
other than now afford me a keener knowledge
of their hypocrisy, cowardice and their general fallibility
in tautology its evident that ghosts are divinely not human beings
and they all bar very few wear that dishonorable shame with pride

They are so far from my psyche and self
that I feel like shouting directions to piffling anodynes
but who am I to show them the tragedies of bloodless cadavers
who revel in their kak and sparkle in their white robes unaware
they want to bell a cat yet they parade around with the biggest bells
round their long supercilious necks

Is this the biggest tragedy of modern times
for evolution and history has taught mankind nothing!
come **** me and sing a million dirges but know its all about you
but you have also created double a million monsters in your yards
they are all waiting and watching and their diet is cold heartless cadavers......

The nemesis scatterlings of Loonysville
want to live my life in madness perspectives
transferring the bastardization certificates
they so ingloriously and inherently attained
for in reckoning they claim mindlessness is universal

In vacuous throes and elemental blankness
with unison monumental and delusions blazing
sheep-herding and group-think leads the throngs
fabricating and cladding in whitewashed distortions
camouflaging realities for fodder in the bay of pigs

By edicts from Red Svengali's book of Lies
what we say is  what goes we makeup the drama
we are puppets controlled by puppets for puppets
rainmaking on all parades to drown our sorrows
our trademark blights, stains and rings of woes

We are the salts of the earth without sodium
more sodomites, ******* 'n sniveling poltroons we are
our history in neurosis we're Babylonians gutless psychos
we extort, we rob, we steal, lie and twist its our nature
we make it up as we go along for we're not made up in anyway

They were those post 2nd WW Estates
Blocks of flats now with sealed coal chutes by the front doors
we were on the third floor. the last flat to the right
A large quadrangle of grass laid at the back of our block
we would walk down with the dogs and watch them run and play
They seem to love each-other as much as they love us
happy times, happy days
sometimes we let them out on their own, its like letting them out
on the back garden
they knew their way home, for twenty minutes later you hear them
back at the door to be let in, wagging their tails, running to their
water bowl, then jumping on you like to say, we had fun

The Mrs opened the door and let out a quiet scream
I heard the door shut and she run into the sitting room
I was half-way up, the broadsheet I was reading falling off me
she had a look on her face, one I'd not seen before
outside I heard the Tara and Dorwan barking
" oh no, oh no " she said now tears were falling from her eyes
darling, whats wrong, what's the matter, I said, alarmed
now hold her
"oh no, oh how dreadful, how so ****** dreadful, someone
has smear **** all over the dogs, why, why, they are lovely friendly dogs"
I was aghast, then incensed, then aghast, then calm
Its OK darling, I got the Dog Shampoo and a large bucket of warm
water, its alright, please stop crying
I'll take them back downstairs and clean them out.

******* left outside our door, racist litter strewn on the landing
our car scratched, car wheels let down, banging at night
Stormy clouds had started looming
Bobby the Socialist youths Organiser and pals
were no longer hanging by the landing or stair well
but something heavy and dark hung in the air
War had began, but we did not know
We do not fight wars..........
The war had begun

She had left her employment
restructuring and the son of the Company's now in charge
suddenly things are changing
I was still doing 70 hours nighttime shifts per week
we have savings, so far so good
but she was bored staying home, had always worked
so within two weeks she was back at a new place
in the place of a week I noticed a difference in her
I would pick her up at close of day and I couldn't make her laugh
any more
she was tired, drained and somewhat vacant
distracted, even indoor she was quiet, listless
what's wrong, what's the matter
Oh, I'm just tired, I became worried, something was amiss
finally she let on, very reluctantly
I am being bullied at work, she said
What?
Now, my wife was my weakness, do anything to me
but don't and I mean DON't dare trouble my wife
I was raving, I was going there in the morrow
she begged me not to do that, please let it be, I'll handle it
OK, how about quitting immediately I said, we won't starve
No, she said, let's forget it, I'll be alright
each day thereafter I watched the light go out of her eyes
I suffered, cursed, begged for her to quit
But she maintained she's alright
Worse still, she didn't want to talk about things
Oh, they just pick on me, make jokes at my expense, do things
I suffered more than her, she's my Achilles's heel
she hurt, I double hurt, she pain I pain more
this dainty little gentle harmless lady, had always been liked generally
why is this happening to her
furthermore all kinds of strange events were happening around us
our domestic bliss was being eroded
clouds had gathered, things were changing
On a factory wall across our block, a large graffiti appeared overnight
it wasn't Banksy, he's still at Art class then
It read " Class War, feed the Poor eat the rich"
I drove past some days later and saw that ingrate **** Bobby
and his mates pointing at me, as they leaned against the graffiti wall
I had more pressing things on my mind
I wanted my happy relaxed wife back
I still do not cotton on that we were now in a war zone
somebody was being done
being done up as a Kipper, they were later to tell me.......

The car was Service due
Sye the mechanic picked it up
I drop it later. he said with a thumbs up
Mrs and I were indoors, the now pensive Mrs
suddenly a loud bang at the front door
the dogs jumped I jumped, the Mrs jumped
I' in the hall way in a jiffy, the Mrs behind, the dogs barking
there stood Tom senior, the burgling thief from next door
he was frozen in shock, the car wasn't there,
he expected an empty house
I expected nothing but got a frozen thief in my hallway
people I confess, yes I confess - I am too cool
any other man would deck this scrawny reprobate right there and then
more so as he reeked of ***** and was now in rigor mortis
what the hell, you just broke into our flat, I said calmly
we stood staring at each other, the Mrs looked aghast
the dogs were at the thief's heels sniffing his ***** stinking trainers
growling
I made the biggest mistake of my life
I felt sorry for this grade one uber loser
there he was, *****, alcoholic, no job, in and out of jail
dysfunctional family, dysfunctional life, trash going nowhere fast
now reduced to burgling neighbours right next door
neighbours he and his wife had countlessly borrowed money from
we had even given them food, bread, sausages, milk, sugar
all this made no difference to this frozen man here
After what seemed like an eternity but was a minute or so
Our Burglar muttered, I'm sorry, The door just flew open
why don't I just deck this thing and call the cops
No, let him go, they have enough on their plate as it is
I'm calling the Police the Mrs said
Just go, I said to the door kicking thief, No don't call the Police
I said to the Mrs, they are not worth the palaver
BIG BIG MISTAKE...please people never make this mistake
the stink ambled out, the dogs looked at me inquiringly
the Mrs shook her pretty head, I think we should call the Police
my head kept on repeating ' Laissez-faire' and give the man a break
I was being stupid, very stupid
a war had been declared though unknown to me
this incident was a shot across the bow
a blatant attempt at intimidation
I did not see the lay of the land
I was later to learn that to Bobby and his gangsters
this merely indicated cowardice or I had something to hide
they ratcheted things up, they were now ready for the invasion
I was reading The Guardian and worrying about my wife
Totally unaware a Teutonic shift had begun.......

Check your front doors, people
you wouldn't believe how fragile most front doors are
ours didn't even require calling out a locksmith or carpenter
there are two bolts from the inside, so we started bolting ourselves in
otherwise normal services resumed
no sign of Tom Senior, the frozen house-burglar
or any of the crooked family or **** Bobby
I spoke too soon
four days after door-kicking episode, knock on our front door
I answered, guess who
Its Mama Capone Chrisse from next door
Flaming red-hair in a wild hep on head, most unattractive face
pigeon-chested tapering down to small hip and legs
in ***** jean skirt and a faded black top
she's been wearing that ensemble from day one, nothing else
an indescribable whiff of sweat, dirt, tobacco and *****
quite a heady mix
Before I could say a word, she burst into tears
She's so sorry, she knew nothing about Tom's escapade
She and her children are starving, Bobby made Joan pregnant
she's worried Shelly might be going the same way
Tom Junior will be in Juvenile Detention in a week,
she's thrown Tom Senior out, all this was being washed down
with tears
Why did I not shut the door
why did I not say 'Please ******* right now
Alone as Mrs was at work being bullied
Mr Bleeding heart listened
Anyway can mama Capone borrow just five pounds till her
giro arrives day after tomorrow
So this time I decided not to thank God for not being them
and doing my bit for Charity,ah..ha..no more Hosey
Sorry, I do not have any money on me, sorry
I'm thinking 'what a cheek, do these people have no shame'
But you and your wife work, came the reply
I lifted an eyebrow
you have double income, you have a nice car
you have colour TV, you change designer wear like you own a shop, an you telling me you have no money
The lifting eyebrow went down like lightening
replaced by a narrowing of the eyes, I was not believing what I was hearing
She continued, we know you are some royalty, you are rich
Give me money now and you live in peace
we know you work nights and in during the day, you can come
and spend sometime with Joanne and me and Shelly, she's twelve
soon, bring some *****, we can all have a nice time
you handsome you know, we like you, Tom's gone
I'm taking all this in yet not hearing a word
you've heard flabbergasted, add gobsmacked to that
then sprinkle something called wonderment incredulity
I heard 'Get Lost' come out of a mouth then realized its my mouth
Mama Capone fixed me with steely dark eyes
You are greedy, you are a leech, you take food from baby's mouth
you parasite, you will see what will happen to you
You think you are better than us, you're a foreigner
a parasite, just you wait and see
All this was so ridiculous, I started laughing, I couldn't imagine it
I thought it was a big joke, I was laughing as Mama Capone
turned on her ***** slippers and swanned off
I shut the door, I sat down processing what had just happened
I heard loud banging from next door, loud, loud loud
I remembered I haven't slept yet and would be leaving for work
at half six
Bang, bang, bang, I don't think I was going to get any sleep now
Bang, bang, bang
"For whom the bell tolls"........

Off course it was destined to happen
when you have some do-gooder saps next door
they keep on borrowing money you don't pay back
you break their door down and they did nothing
you harass, you put **** on their dogs, you vandalized their car
they rose above it all, who the hell do they think they are
then you put the 'shake down on them and they laughed
com'on, what else to do, you go in for the ****

So it came to pass
cold January morning
went out for the  dailies, Mrs had left for work
barely 20 minutes gone, from the street could see our front door ajar
Oh, forgetful Mrs, probably forgot something, had dashed back
got nearer, no car in usual parking space, run upstairs
all the electronics gone, money left on cabinet gone
new triple-system video gone, we've been robbed
Never been burgled before, a very new experience to me
do people actually do things like this, wow, unbelievable
in early morning daylight as well, wow. oh dear, what the f--king hell
mobiles not yet small portables thing, landline ripped out
wow, wow, wow I went from room to room
then went out to the veranda outside
guess who's there smirking, Mama Capone herself
well people, I am cool, but this was now a step too far

I lost my rag and exploded
how dare you effing cheap common thieves burgle us
how could you be so base, ungrateful, gross and vile
look at you, you don't work, spend yours effing day drinking
and drugging while people like us go out to earn an honest living
you are a scrounger, a total waste of space, a total disgrace
how ****** dare you, you ungrateful amoral trash
and more
it was double barrel stuff, I saw red, I bent over backwards
to live and let live
I have given all I could, I had been generous and charitable
and this pounce think they can do this, no way
I told her her story and it wasn't a pleasant read

To say she was shocked was an understatement
they had only known this cool quiet fellow and his small dainty wife, who looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
they expected a cowered man, softened up by their antics
They got a Mau-mau warrior in full pelt, a Tiger roaring thunder  
I was mad, I wasn't having this no more
( it has since gone down in folklore history, they all talk about his temper )
with me its easy, its don't trouble trouble or if you do, then
expect trouble to trouble you, right back

Mama Capone suddenly realized you can't judge a book by its cover,
She went ashen white you could see the shock in her eyes
she was shaking and trembling
but Mama Capone recovered enough to mutter something about
its Bobby,she stammered, I was still effing and blinding in her ugly face
I am going to have you evicted, I said, you and your family
have been nothing but trouble from the minute you arrived

You're the foreigner. Mama Capone replied, you are the one
that's going to be sent back to your jungle, the racist ***** replied
but it was days before Hate Crime Laws, it was not today
East London in those days had '**** Out' on all walls
Asian kids were harassed and beaten up regularly, Asian men
went out in pairs and never walked the street at night,
black men carried cutlasses and were mostly belligerent

I, carried a copy of the Guardian and never experienced Racism
I was everybody's friend, was colour blind, I was just that kind of guy
Until now...until now.....until now
More was to come, I had stood up and called out thieves and gangsters, now, I was told I was going to be taught a lesson
in the University of Life

Mama Capone had scuttled off into her hovel, shaking and trembling
In a red mist, I went to look for a Public phone to call the Police
and my wife
Now...the dye is cast....its war
but not my war!

Settle down people
lets continue, .....the war had begun
remember, I was still carrying the Guardian
the new black graduate yuppie,
ready to start riding the crest of the waves
the swotting, the lonely nights burning midnight oil
the cold nights spent over the years at my night-job
the nights away from a warm bed, my Mrs alone
all to build a better tomorrow, to make a brighter future
**** Whittington with no cat, here I come
So nobody taught me how to stitch a kipper
I didn't even know kippers are stitched
all I know is that I wasn't going to be intimidated by thieves
or have money extorted from me by some lowlife scums
and I told them exactly what I thought of them
and advised them to go get gainful employment
I also stated I was going to tell people about their nefarious activities
and organise a petition to get them evicted
Going back, if you're paying attention
that day of the theft, the Mrs came back after a call from me
she knocked on Mama Capone door and had some choice words
for her,
the Police came but said no witnesses, go claim on your insurance
I even went to work that evening
Then it began
from then on, mornings indoor after the Mrs left for work
became a cacophony of noise, from next door a la the Capones
strangely though it also came from flats above and below
surround sounds of bang, bang bang bang all day long
talk about no sleep for the wicked, but hell, how did I become
the wicked
As well as this, suddenly everyone in the neighbourhood
developed frozen faces and became mute
Oh hello good morning says I with my usual bonhomie
frozen faces stare through me with no reply
these are people I formerly shared the utmost courtesy with
Added to this was an invasion of leeches in the neighbourhood
for everywhere I went somebody would talk very loudly
about a leech  suddenly being there, though I saw none myself
it got worse, very worse
people suddenly become very rude for no reason to me
our mail went missing or arrived torn open
about a month after the break in
went down one morning to see our car neatly resting on bricks
all four lovely radial wide wheels, fashion statement, cost a bomb
had manage to undo themselves and taken a forever holiday
the Police merely said, a spate of this appears to be happening
claim on your Insurance
Lets not talk about strange unkempt men barging into me
or me noticing spittle on my coats' back when removed after an outing
or the myriad of racist leaflets sprinkled on our veranda
or the balloon with monkey face tied to our outside railings
My Mrs has now gone very quiet and wasn't eating well
we no-longer see any of the Capone gang out on the landing
but the banging continued relentlessly during the day
I was no longer able to sleep after working from seven pm
to seven am
Our environment had changed, our erstwhile peaceful and happy
lives was changing beyond recognition
I started to see I was now in a war zone
but I did not know even more was to come
The HEAT was on.............

It was the perfect storm
the Miners strike had ingloriously abated
Scargill and co had taken a pasting
the Reds were incensed, militancy incandescent with rage
M. Thatcher in ascendancy
in East neck of my woods
a new wave of yuppies were buying up properties
the nouveau riche had arrived, the City was booing
the East end was ending south, the natives weren't going west way
and to cap it all
words on the grape-vine
a black rich Prince was living amongst them
living the life, exploiting the disadvantage, taking food from babies
yes! we have a scapegoat here and we know he can't fight back
Lets go get 'em....This is class war, this is war
If you don't know it, you better know it now
Thieves, gangsters, Extortionists and racist have connections
they're called 'wise guys' because they know the juice is in darkness
the devil has the  best stories because it know not the constraint of truth
Mama Capone and the gang Nefarious plus **** Bobby
have called in favours, the net-work activated
we look after our own down here, someone is going to loose arms and legs
this is Class War, the Leftist were not going to take this laying down
Our Guardian reading black yuppie couple were indignant
well I was, the Mrs was now comatose
How can crooks try to extort money from us, burgle us and then start harassing, hounding and terrorizing us
This is England, this is a civilized Nation with the Rule of Law
this is not some Dodge city in the Wild West of 18th century USA
I knew nothing, I believed in fairy tale and Father Christmas
I had at last discovered that the ubiquitous leech I mentioned earlier
was my good-self, something that I would never countenance
in a million years
I had studied earnestly, worked hard to pay for my education,
never took any welfare benefits, was law-abiding, respectful.
cared about others and my community, helped others, gave freely
yet I am now
an arrogant leech, a parasite, a germ, this privileged pompous 'I Am' with a sense of entitlement,..all these courtesy of Red propaganda and worse still, a snitch, a grass who threatened to tell all about the thieves next door and **** Bobby, who assault under-age girls ...
My God In Clear Heaven, are you seeing what is happening here?
Mama Capone has said she was going to steal the match on us
that I was going to be erased and destroyed
I had laughed, ain't done nothing wrong I replied  
How was I to know that under white fleecy clouds you do not need
to do anything wrong to be guilty of the most heinous crimes
You just need to be a quiet decent aspirant black
who would dare stand up to bullying thieves and gangsters
they said I did 'not stand a chance'
This is Nature versus Nurture, whatever they mean
On walls around, Graffiti appears 'Class War Anarchy'
somebody was getting a roasting and pasting and basting
a promising decent life was walking towards the gallows
the masses were crazed with blood lust
Mama Capone was grinning from ear to ear

Its all rearguard action
struck in quagmire of latent thickness
heads lost in pale vacuity
dumdum bullets ricocheting off the impregnable
deserters galore at the frontlines
inept ideas and plans come and go
desperation and frustrations abound
street life street war street lepers
their trump card is the propaganda machinery
oh! how they toil morning noon and night
churning out misinformation and disinformation
from the ridiculous to the even more ridiculous
Lord Haw-Haw eat your heart out
you are nothing compered to our band of liars
its not over till the fat lady sings
its all sound bites and furious nonsense
signifying
the inherent acidic constituents of wet salts
that neither graces nor enhances
and mostly buried in caves and crannies

in talking to a
continuous back
underendowed chav
an alluring fact became confessed
a gilded mahogany straight and true
they do not like
methinks that's par for the course
doubtless fact I did think

A ha'penny accosted a Pound
and picks a fight for it was feeling maligned
' you Pound is worthless, you're nothing'
The Pound looked at the ha'penny benignly,
it understands the inferiority complex inherent in ha'pennies
'Who do you think you are ?', continues our irate ha'penny
I am going to degrade you, I will punch you and devalue you'
'That ain't going to happen' say the pound quietly
Wait and see, croaked ha'penny struggling with apoplexy
'I will call out all my mates and we will sort you out'
'Oh dear',  says the Pound in mock horror
how many mates do you have?'
'Over a thousand mates. I tell you big lummox', replied ha'penny
'But titch, says the Pound, with an indulgent smirk,
you'll still be just be a thousand ha'pennies just as I'll still be a pound,
isn't that so?'.
'Yeah! you think you are better than us, but we are more than you'
raged ha'penny, 'there are thousands of us'
BUT, intoned the Pound,' I am worth more than you and will always
be worth more than you.
I am neater, more valuable and more socially adept not to mention
classier and will always be more useful and wanted'.
The pound continued, ' hey! small stuff, even ten thousand of you,
is nothing but an undesired inconvenience and an irrelevant happenstance,
Who in their right mind is welcoming to ten thousand ha'pennies,
they'll just be bagged and lugged away to a safe or Bank
or perhaps to that gambling arcades at Fair grounds.
See what I mean ha'penny, one or ten thousand
just a common ha'penny
With that, the pound tipped his hat and glided away
Red faced and shaking, ha'penny slinked in usual obscurity
muttering
'Come the revolution, just wait, come the revolution'

Bores in bore-saloons
same bulls for republicans can cans
drink your sorrows in tales and tattles
ghosts of you haunts your ghosts in blindness
lose the loss of steps marching up to the downs you own
births miracles sanctified as ladders removed bestows means
nobody owns tomorrow your pain remains in the cut you wear

I put the rabbit in the hat
then they showed me the rabbit in the hat trick
I was laughing too much to tell them they are imbeciles
ha...hahaha..I say lets agree originality is not their strongest attribute

I said it all along
now
their leader has been forced
to come out and declare it publically
when we have dullards, dumbos, halt-wits
twits, nincompoops, ignoramuses and dumdums
what do we have but that Sublime Prince laughing at us
how can we have a revolution with these ***** being prized fools
who needs thirty years to drive a single man crazy
what has all the tomfoolery achieved other than make the public
see how senseless incompetent and deluded our chavs are
the twerps are gas lighting each other
and believing their own lies
what a bunch ot twarts
get them to Universities
enough of mindless nonsense
says the ex-leader
who went to Oxford
and is now a multi-millionaire

same again tomorrow
your work is not done yet
your minds lack any sophistication
you are better suited for unskilled labour
where you may find momentum in the neon daze
of the unqualified joyless and corrupted daydreamers
peddling you the utopia of dystopia in the ashes of their ignorance
same again tomorrow for unfinished business for your chains still bite