if my life is so sad
and the blues hang over me
with loneliness in company of one

if that be so
I would not have ghosts
or those sediments always low
gnashing and wailing in anger and bile

life force of the blessed
illuminates the searing anguish
of the infirm and the bonded losers
scavenging in the refuse of their soiled birth rights
clasped in the hatred of disfavoured wounded dreamers

the Acropolis stands firm
foundation testament to gifted artisans
in hails and hurricanes its splendours shines forth
and the prodigal beggars roam the cobbles of their caves
casting pebbles at towers and indebted to patrons of Bacchus
blinded miscreants foul rages against the sublime as dullards do.

What's wrong with you?
Who do you think you are?
Look, he thinks he's tough,
he thinks he knows everything
Seriously who does he think he is
Do you think you're Prince Regent
You think you're a hard man, yeah!
How dare you, how ****** dare you
You wanna mess with us, do you, big man

Don't you know who we are!
We the business, we're more than you
We ****** rule the ******* ****** world
We rule your ***, we make and bend the law
We take and we give, we are the ****** *******
We block and you're finished, no ****** ****, no life
We come from the South, East, West  and ****** North
We are gangsters and we got the contacts and the contracts
When we say jump, you ask, how ****** high should I jump

Look this ****** small geezer playing with us
How dare you making us feel frustrated and stupid
We'll got all kinds of mind **** ready to do your head in
How dare you not play ball, a woman set up to wind you up
Now we're not getting inside gossip and juicy stories to use
Now all the women waiting eagerly to hear bedroom gossip
are all disappointed cause you are not following the ****** plot
We can't bend your head and frustrate you and stress you out
You ****** small man, you're not even tall and you wanna diss us.

Who are you you little ******
We spend all our valuable time taunting you
We try and depress and torment you and you laugh
What do you want, do you wanna mess with People's Power
We can make you disappear if we want, do you know that big boy
We put all kind of moves on yer and yet you struts like a king
We harass your ****** mind and try to demoralize you
Listen sunshine you better stop being such a ******* smart ***
You think you ******* know everything, making us look stupid.

You better watch out, you better watch ****** out
Cause ain't no Santa coming for you, we are the Rulers
And we hate you and your big ******* ****, you ain't got *****
You are costing us ****** money, time and energy, you effin ****
Do you know some of us sit all day thinking up ways to get at you
Do you know some wait in the ****** cold to watch you all day
You think its easy having to think up nonsensical things to write
Or making up all kinds of scenarios all because of you *******
You think you are superman, Atlas and Einstein rolled into one!

Do you, George, Answer me George.....answer Me!!!

In 1937, Winston Churchill told the Palestine Royal Commission:
"I do not admit for instance,
that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians
of America or the black people of Australia.
I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people
by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race,
a more worldly wise race to put it that way,
has come in and taken their place.

Of course, no wrong was done,
the stronger race, the high grade race
with the sense of Entitlement and the weapons
to ****, can do no wrong.......How can the master be wrong??

The high grade race that burgled me and my wife
did nothing wrong, it's their right to take as they please
and of course being worldly wise
it's perfectly right and natural that I should
be victimized, discredited, hounded, harassed
slandered and defamed for speaking out

How can the master Race be wrong
It's got Jehovah Witnesses, its got all
the other races, black Asians, Arabs, Jews
all of them agreeing and supporting the fact
that it's OK for the Higher-grade race to steal
and the gang-stalk you Black-male and female
if you dare protest.

Any fool can see this is an Historical fact
The Higher-grade race can do anything it likes
A stronger race, a higher-grade race,
a more worldly wise race to put it that way,
can come into your home and take and take anything.
As simple as that...

Dare you talk or protest and you will be erased
and your life made a living hell
And to rub salt into injury, we will use your fellow blacks
and all the other inferior races to rub you out forever.

They are The masters and rulers of all the races.....

Fixated dross entranced
floating maladroits' delusions
vacuous visions in arousals
fantasizing present stupors
stunted senses in disarray  
excitable dimness
foraging insignificance

Veracity exclusion zones programed
finding solace in asinine malaise
puerile aroma
reeking in hooligans rank lairs
dives and caves opened
damaged felons
in cuddled spite
the woes of misspent lives

From birth
creepers and crawlers
creped and crawled in lacking grace
dripping in muck from the cesspool
to become
bottom feeders destined cannon fodders
matched with *******
jiving vibes with no veracity
the dance of minions
bang wallop see you later
in essence easily replaced by a vibro
the come easy go easy
just give the baby
welfare will do the rest

Dopes musings flow
in ambiversion.
ignorance flourish ingloriously
in perpetuity
rooted in custom
and tradition
streert vendors
hawking bile
the panacea of the
discontent and disgruntled
Pen's river runs
barrier to the inferiors
the wound is open and raw

your four to my nine
your pale to my luminesce
your density to my pure brilliance
your lower bases to my edifice highness
your grossness to my sublime refinement
your anguished noises echoing your emptiness
your delusions speaks your shame and insecurities
yours is finding refuge in mendacity and your poverty of wit
your little tools and limits of your incapacity enshrines your rages
yours are the open sores that weeps in defiance pointing bent fingers

So what's it they have, what's it all about
Work for the bossman.
Use your brawn Earn your pittance,
Then eat, Pub, drink, **** and pay the bills
Go footie, shout and scream, at one with your tribe
then  go sit in front of the telly, play at family
Week is done
Till the morrow when you do it all again

How about a soap opera, you direct and act
Gotta a Royal down the road ripe for the taking
Lets go invade, see how the other halves lives
Come, lets all join and become Kingmakers
Under our ***** thumbs he goes, we pull the strings
Entertainment for the masses, beats our mundane cages

For once, we are the bosses and can pull the strings
Knowledge is Power and its all here in Mao's Red Book
Lies, fabrication, distortions and misinformation
Disinformation, half-truths, slander it ain't no matter
Everything he says will be taken down and used against him
This is control at our finger tips, this is power to play with
He's going through the Red mill, drilled and ground into dust

Look we've got him as the puppet, we destroy all his trappings
So gather round and join the fun, this is us like God
Lights, action, now you do this and this and watch us play him
what do you mean puppet ain't moving or re-acting
OK let's do this, you go there and you do this and do this now
Still no action, OK let's try this, if you go there and say ah
You drive here, you stand there, you watch here, you stand
Nothing still, OK you come here, you put this here
Still nothing, This puppet is NUMB, this puppetting is no fun

They had drawn up the master plan, written their ****** script
The puppet looked and laughed, what a bunch of prime morons
No substance, no value system, no morality or basic sense
Infantile, one track minded sociopaths full of flaws and manure
Go back to your drinking and ******* and your mundanity
The united pack of crooks, ****, racists and the vacuous coerced

Go look after the Leading Lady stuck with rehearsals and scripts
The imagined romantic interest paying debts for UK residency
Waiting for the Prince to come running and tomfoolery begins
The bit part actors are still playing, too stupid to realize
The control is on them, their time energy and effort all a sham
Our Directors are directing making it up as they go along
The supporting actress are still hopping and hoping
The new characters are still buying false scripts and playing
Playing with themselves as Puppet stands and watches it all

They wheel out their demented scribes and brain dead peoters
To write dirges, glooms, ******* and negativities galore
Casting their dark fantasies and the rancid spittles of their dregs
Muds from the festered pools of their putrid minds dresses up
Ready to visit nightmares of their making from their darknesses
Areas thankfully unknown to a mind and soul untainted, unsoiled
As is their bitter lives, valueless breeding and hate and prejudices One ignorance and neurotic existence, the depravities of depraves..

Poor, poor imbeciles, they really don't have much in their lives
Illusions and delusions by the bucket loads, anything would do
To remove them from their sad, miserable sorry realities
Hey its Clockwork orange, we are all stars in our *****
Diversions to their mundane, unrewarding and depressing realities
Their frustrations and powerlessness, their insignificance
At last a vent for their frustrated lives, miseries loves company
A release valve for pains of centuries being underdogs and serfs
A safe playground for psychos, control and pain in abundance
Let's call it Revolution and add Republic to make it more palatable

Down at the palace of Attrition, a blameless man sits and muses
Crazed dogs of war at the gates, salivating insanely, bloodthirsty
Watching Controllers tieing chains to masses and jerking them
Into frenzied hysteria, nothing beats permitted wickedness shared
Dropping poisons and acids into hungry jaws, patting heads
Shouting rallying calls, we got the Bastille of the blinds going on
Scientists please take notes, this is Herd mentality and Groupthink
This is how to manipulate the masses and incite Hate unawares
Majority wins here, this is Democracy, this is people power

Do, you are ******, don't, you are ******, Hate abides all.
Puppet sees injustices but better to play dumb and numb
They can't abide a black do well, hate spews from fear
Hate festered by the unique decency of a successful blackman
Who had all they wished for but could never have or be
Riddled with lust and envy they merely went on to steal his
But that wasn't enough, the bullies and cowards had to ruin.
Under the pretext of them and us, blue versus Red they lied
Rabid racists takes another black man down, green bottle falls

Man proposes, God disposes, UK, KKK now play god
Thy will will be done O'Lord, I am but your servant
It's rather flattering being The Real Deal in this production
Confirmation of differences betwixt Gifted and the Depraves
A Travesty full of sound, false images and fury by the loonies
A Red Racist Production by Idiots and psychos for fools and sociopaths.

Lights, camera, action
Yawn.......................

They queue to spar with the Best
hoping for a bit of glory to rub off on them
or just plan acknowledgement to lend some relevance
at least some bragging rights to show off to fellow minions
I touched the hem of his attention and courted his exalted notice
inferiority complex is deep and traumatic enough to defend stoutly
nothing takes away  self-loathing and underconfidence of ordinaries

They queue to **** and poke
in sanguine defense of glaring inadequacies
hate steaming in base vessels of counterfeited wares
unable to reach, unequipped to match refinement and class
what else but debasement, mockery to assuage banal beings pained
the uncouth fundamentals of the ignorant and dense minds take reins
kicking and trashing in destructive tantrums and in idoyne rages of saps

They queue to earn street cred
that badge of acceptance among soiled urbanites
where idiocies are sensibilities and delinquency is celebrated
and sane ambition is a curse while simpletons espouse illogicalities
piffle bravado lacking substance, grade one clowns in battle fatigues
lone coward apes a warrior provided a surround of fellow mates in tow
look and curse as a real man stands alone and has put you all to shame

The strong to be made weak
because the weeds are always grass-root levels
no matter where they grow they never rise high or strong
and just a sprinkle of ****-killer and they fade, wither and die
in jealous rage and angst the weeds started throwing ****-killer
at the Timber in the forest, they are still tossing thirty years down
and they are still at grass-root levels sprinkling ****-killer at Timber

" Who carries lanterns for lucifer
when they all fear the Light
from darkness they come
in darkness they live
to darkness they
shall return "

semblances are the Nike of the empties
the Guccis' to the half baked town poltroons
who write cheques that slimy mouths can't cash
and cover cowardice only in gangs of fellow witless buffoons

talking the talk unable to walk the walk
stragglers of the herd swaggering in festering Achilles
yodelling barbarians of urban cosmopolitan with no qualifications
indulgent children of lesser gods with Mother Welfare dishing cares

their furthest reaches packages to  Magaluf or Ibiza
short staffed hooded carriers of chlamydia and gonorrhea
drink off psychosis in celebration of their greatest achievement looking forward to go ******* each others on terraces at the kop

then the wasted, wasted dons of simpletonia
come hide behind screens to atone for the blight of their lives
ignorant mules, pathetic narcissists tear into their betters with venom
devoid of introspections, blinded in self-loathing they see it all in others

and in their spare time
they play at chess with Royalty ( as you do )
do you blame them, what else can they aspire to.....

Hey plebs
if you think Prince Andrew
is sitting in sorrow and suffering
that's merely the ignorant perceptions of small minds
the Prince is thanking his lucky stars and totally at ease
having all his creature comforts and glorious free time
no more having to feign interest in what the plebs are doing
or shaking hands and grinning with the unwashed
listening to their inane prattles as they faff about
always hungry for attention as if they matter
anyway to hell with them muses the prince
they can keep their useless adulations
like its the Royals fault they get star struck
mummy says they are silly and I should just keep a low profile
the Prince thinks they can kiss his fine derrière
he's on the vacation of a lifetime
and overjoyed he doesn't
have to smell these dogs anymore
and they can snap growl yap and whine as much as they like
its what they do..... n'est-ce pas ?

At the Cafe Deconstruction
the Mad Hatters cooks are busy scratching dumb heads
they do not think as they really cannot reason by nature
so they went producing and printing the Menu
all decorated and filled with various set items to order
and sent out these menu to all and sundry
but alas
shortly before 'opening day' of Cafe Deconstruction
the ingredients Supplier pulled out
it was heard the Supplier refused to deal with them
with little prospect of re-ordering them
or finding another retailer to supply the ingredients
Cafe Deconstruction had been kicked in the *****
with eggs on their red faces
and disappointment in empty heads
and frustrations in their nether regions
for their carefully prepared cuisine was supposed to be *******
anyways, they thought  
we'll do the next best thing
the idea is as simple and dumb as they are
all they do now is frying up or sautéing the printed menus
and serving them as a 'la carte cuisine
'you want Hot peppered steak' here it is, its in the menu
there you go, Bon Appétit
But here's the great surprise
people started buying and dinning on paper food
and while eating fried paper said what a delicious meal
No one dared complain, no one said this is fake
this is nonsense
it goes to show that people see what they want to see
and believe what they want to believe
Cafe Deconstruction is still trade selling dude a 'la carte cuisine
I dare you to visit and tell them they are fooling the public

They are inadequate and insecure
Those poor lot who never got it right
Minds befuddled, no grace nor talent for sure
Want love but it's never real and day is always night
Superficialities and pretence is all there are on their shore

So these sad lots find pleasure in destroying things
Body full of drugs n sorrow, something's' always  wrong
Negativity their wont, misery and menace in their everything
All that is good is tarnished, strength and confidence are wrong
Their happiness eclipsed, mind diseased, knowing stained loving

See that precious diamond glittering sharply bright
No say our lots, that just a piece of old hard stone dug up
See that lovely rose in pristine bloom in lovely summer light
No that's just an ordinary dead flower with thorns in a big cup
Sick downers whose glass always half empty with sour snakebite

They own ignorance and bitterness in droves
Always envious and jealous the inherent bent of the warped
Intimidated by excellence, mired in dishonour like putrid cloves
These nonentities crave attention in ignominy like neurotic wasps
In enlightened riposte - class is permanent and crying is not for doves

Never to hold its firmness
lumpy and blobby lacking stature
veiny in off-putting pallor like a distended worm
a laughable master rutting for quick war feebly managed

Don't blame me for it all, it puffs
it's not like that cave is built to hold firm
soggy sides that gets too hot yet lack fit or texture
can't even be certain its ***** and span within and without

Starting quick war of fumbles
so so insipid like two cotton puffs in a tear up
splosh splash in warm puddles where are you now
push I'm pushing oh dear I have pulled the plug its gone

Bring me cocoa brewed strong
in hue dark delightful simmering spicily
in firm hot bold taste from start to finish it powers on
fills us fully in moorish abandon hitting the spot again again

Ultimate baristas with the real touch
cocoa et coffeee just so dark and seductive
a taste put those weak milky teas out of mind and sight
cocoa at bedtimes strong and thick takes you to cloud nine

Perhaps warm milky teas has it days
but frothy light it never quite does it or reaches far
bland tastes weak hardly engaging and too mushily soft
milky ice-cream ok though for times you want a good licking

I can smell their cowardly fear
their frantic desperation is palpable
they stink frustration and boiling envy
their lies, scams and foul smears unravelling
coercised crowd seeing them for the scums  they are
they garner contempt hidden for fear of not belonging
a lot afraid to tell them they no longer buy into their mischief
behind their wicked backs the immigrants are disgusted and sick
sick of their characters, their indulgences and their empty arrogance

The immigrants know it's all racist hatred
they now know the poor man did nothing wrong
know how pathetic and sick these wanton devils are
know these spoilt ignorant rabbles are souless juveniles saps
laugh at them behind closed doors amongst themselves silently
while pathetic thieves and dim-wit associates boast of their power
power of cowards and scums and workshy semi-illiterates sad fools
resenting success and hard working people who put in the hard graft
jokers and fantasists too stupid to really see what's happening in light

You did not see the soul or the man
in owned centered affray you winded sailed
no hearing, no quiet to listen you sip the glint wane
you saw the title  in mirages of the shattering you scaled

You did not hear the voice sincere
as you floated and flirted with primed conceit
in altered minds, frozen senses you dimmed in sphere
to genuflect as belle of the traders ball and take a topping seat

You did not give room to a heart
in your chambers, nor wave a pout, a nod to another's
rather in harsh mellows, harried come tarried to sour depart
all in self glorifying tarry, to be the raconteur to else's duped bothers

You did not do as humanly right
in any which form or shape, 'cept to wear disquiet fair
lauding oppressive storms, shading demagogues verbose delights
languishing in the twisted seedy verses of misappropriation a-share

You cannot see the man or the soul
for in empty places the vacuous find whatever they seek
chalets for musings and notions best sparse yet their grounded soil
to fight vain skirmishes, inflamed pride of those perceived born un-chic

Why should we write a love story..............

First
make me so worthless
that amidst opportunities and Omni-supports
myriads of information for self and practical help
all I could do was drink smoke and plan my next crime

then
make me so shameless
that I squander my dole and go begging borrowing
from my next door neighbour not once or twice but weekly
and I make sure I only go to the black couple who both work

Also
make me so heartless and morally bankrupt
that I refuse to pay back my debts and instead ask for more
and then start making veiled threats at blackmail and intimidation
for you now sense the black couple have some affluent social  linkage
even though they both work and live normal modest quiet existence

So then
make me dastardly heinous and evil
that I break into my next door neighbour and burgled them
and I do this knowing they know my family and I are thieves
we weekly take stolen items to them for sale which they always refuse

Now
make me a foul ignorant racist
who when confronted blatantly stated 'go back to your jungle
you are not white, why should you have all the comforts I haven't
we will show you this is our country and you are parasitic foreigners

Game on now
make me the degenerate **** criminal with the connections
the underground network to launch a campaign of horrors war
to hound, slander, harass, intimidate, sabotage, discredit and void
cause that's what we do to grasses and those that dare oppose the firm

So Gangsters and Flying Monkeys
Make me the perpetuator of all of the above
then you can push me over the edge, drive me to suicide
or have me running as you did my partner who couldn't take it
crucify me and cake me in mud, label me and isolate me
I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG BUT CALL THIEVES, THIEVES...because that's what you and your gangs are

The intelligent observer says;
'Isn't it curious how their shrill centers round this
phantom love affair'
You mean the 'Pick on a **** psychos, them paid
hire a hooligan mob uk racists criminals
Yes, I dare say, they write chapter and verse about
some one you never even kissed, some one who is
just another pawn, a poor victim of circumstance.
caught in a web unknown to her.
Yeah, I do feel sorry for the poor thing
The sad thing though with these backwards racists
and their devotees....hahaha...more their victims perhaps
is how hate governs minds and the psychology behind it
all.
It all stems from ***** Envy and fear, yes, its really as
basic and simply as that. They hate you and do all these
imbecilic nonsense because they really feel threatened by you.
This love angle skit they play is Freudian. Your big manhood
emasculate them, your standing challenges them and you
reflect that, which they can never be.
Do you know their greatest fear has become seeing you use
that 'fearsome weapon' they know how effective it is and
how they don't compare. That's why they get their jollies
from manufacturing a situation and then opposing it.
Creating delusions to absolve their complexes.
Typical Narcissistic ****** behavior.
Why are you laughing, do you know how many unfortunate
black men have died because of this, ***** envy kills
Hahaha...I should get a tee-shirt with that slogan on
You're not taking this very serious, are you?
No, I don't take things beneath CONTEMPT seriously....
Let's feel sorry for them, why should I give head space to *******....