The Intelligent one
said, I seek knowledge and try to learn
knowing there's more than meets the eye
you're God's nobliest creation and so should your mind be

The sage believes
love, respect, look, listen, learn but above
all, know to own your mind and keep your counsel
for within you is the god you, find it and bow Namaste

The Judge said
patience is a virtue, weigh probabilities
think judiciouly and remember they're always
two sides to a story and even more atimes

The Journalist said
Shed light, truthfully and objectively
tell your story, educate, inform, expose wrong
and never go to print without facts-checking and verifying

The Spiritual Ones say
Love one another and believe there's a
Higher Power far greater than us, be kind, grateful
and do unto others as you want others do unto you and yours

The wise one said
I keep an open mind and treat others
with integrity, respect, due consideration and on merit
but step on my toes delibrately and I will stand up for myself

The Brave one says
I believe in peace but courage and boldness
are essential parts of me, I do not seek trouble but if trouble troubles me I will trouble trouble in more troubling ways than one

The Real One says
I am open, honourable and possess self-respect
and I say it as it is, my intentions are good and worthy
with no ulterior motives, I cannot condone or relate to fakeness, falsehood, chicanry, deciets machinations, superficialities or artificialities.

I am the real deal
I keep it real and you will find me
in all of the above, for our world is not one dimensional
we can soar with eagles and dive into deepest reaches
we carry long sabres yet give the warmest gentlest softest kisses
I am The Genuine Article........

We the fervent devotees
of the Cult of The Latter Day Che Guevara
ask for your support in our present struggles
in this our civilised democracy, our green and pleasant land
to drive one germ man mad
pity us. all your people in chains and on Welfare benefits
and all you people with nothing better to do
and all you people who are covert racists like us
for an elitist parasite dares to **** our blood dry
and take our birth right from us
Please come join us
or make donations like all the oligarchs
generously make to Putin,
that magnificent champion of the masses
Do not let this parasitic oppressor
this greedy germ man take our Taxes
we need to **** this germ up
do his head in, frustrate him and wipe him out
its yours and my money
ok, some was made during the Slave Trade
and from all our foreign Territories
and ok, the germ man worked and paid taxes
but ignore facts here, that's all history
and who cares anyway, those darkies were asking for it
So, come join our cult, let us show how powerful we are
Join us today
and like our Hero V. Putin
lets have a thriving State of Crooks and Thieves
and the simplistic politics of liars and bullies
Join up, you have nothing to lose but your chains!

The Party told you to reject the evidence
of your eyes and ears
It was their final, most essential command

George Orwell. ( 1984 )

and so we do blue sky thinking
and write Jane Eyre romances
and play Country music
the love do somebody wrong types
and ask angel to sing Italian opera
for the Party has commanded us

The Party told you to reject the evidence
of your eyes and ears
It was their final, most essential command



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How sad they could not have the drama planned
couldn't even blame Convid 19
it happened before the pandemic
though you could call it all an epidemic in a way
the producers were sure this was it
the Directors were all ready to get to the next level
the scripts were ready though there would be re-writes
as things moved
lots of improvisations would add the edginess
and there would be lots of extras in the frame

It is going to be reality TV at its best
follow the two central characters
there will be pathos galore
suspense, anxiety, fights, love and disappointments
there would be fidelity and infidelities
even moments of silence
the masses will tune in by their thousands
the red carpet would carpet it all and even pay for it
the shoot was about to really begin
lights, stage, camera.......action

They all waited with bated breaths
they were going to love this
privy to inside secrets, able to throw in their paddle
at will or change scenes and action like puppet masters
Then....puff
it all went up in smoke
its over.....a lead has walked away...,no can do
Gone with the Wind is no more, it all has blown away
just like that
Oh how all concerned pined, what a disappointment
what a let-down

Some blamed the lead actress, she had peaked too soon
some blamed her script and the scriptwriters
some said its all part of the act...just a tantalizing break
some just refused to believe and kept on editing their takes
some even pretended they were still shooting
supplying scenarios based on their delusions
some sly Investors are still selling participatory rights to extras
collecting street smart cache by telling extras to keep on acting
its all part of the shoot, we are still on it
tis said one of the lead retired to Greeners Green to drink soup

The other semi-retired said
" what drama, what epic, what nonsense
do I look like I play silly slimy in the rain
I only do serious roles, that's meaningful and sincere,
its one thing to buy into illusions but mass delusion just borders
on utter stupidity
and that's not my scene "
Quite a lot of senseless devotees are still writing script
they are too far gone to be rescued......idiots can't be anything else!
but...!

Oh' dear, I haven't let myself down
I never do actually
I have no insecurities to mask
never feel cowardly or inadequate
enough to become a useless bully

Dearie me,  I haven't let myself down
I'm not poor and disadvantaged
have no axe to grind about so called elitist
I'm not ignorant and durably dumb
full of ***** and deluded fantasies

Oh' dear, I haven't let myself down
not the loser keyboard warrior
fighting owned fears with envy and spite
wishing death and doom on those better
the professional troll looking to share miseries

Dearie me,  I haven't let myself down
harping about love knowing I don't even love me
living a fake life with a fake persona
raking toxicity from my negative poisoned mind
the deeply unhappy soul acting the masked poet

Oh' dear, I haven't let myself down
I never do actually
I just know love and embrace who I am
grateful, gifted, balanced, assured and learned
the type trolls & bullies hate for I get under their pathetic skins
and as when they come from down they can but stay down
to always let themselves down, its a way of life....

In their heinous vacuous vicious carcasses
****** ghouls with piercing wrath for brightness  
and its always been their duty to dehumanize the living
and destroy and make them recreant to the smelting cadavers
here stands one that only surrenders to the Divine and thus edifices
he who stands in the toxic bile of red dragons fearless and in grace
the blessed messenger of the Utmost that has bathe reptiles in shame
watching with contempt and pious disdain as fevered tongues flicker the belly crawlers writ and spin in their slime and cannibalize themselves
Cadavers know no shame, madness has no eyes an ears for enlightenment
in strangulated howls they hail marks of serpentine condemnation
inhumane sub-species the ghosts of past-particles from the caves

And the untitled are free-styling
puking rap testimonies from ***** life
in the morose of dense they are sledging
lower urbanites dribbling frustrations in strife

And the insignificants are jiving
boneheads playing roundheads is rife
inane Mensheviks chickens in dud pirouetting
the toy town soldiers in the psyche war at sixes and five

Our Tonton Macoutes are dribbling
bonkers in bunkers brigade of feathers lite
devoted crasheroonies snoozefests hogs bleating
its war of roses comrades stop the Prince getting a wife

They were trading places
to find the nirvana of the poor houses
but they traded themselves by batter
for promised alchemy's gold
garlanded on the bee's knee as they wait
to hitch a ride on the red flying elephant

it is the time of absurdities
when the brain dead earn their keep
and line down to jump over the moon
and harvest cheese from cheese trees

ask me not to explain
I was never part of their moon dance
but do remember
they are trading places to find their nirvana
but they all lost their heads
under the red rising sun

Come tell the self-penned book
all about its contents therein
written in dazzling light
even in sanguine era

Come tell the self-penned book
that which you hold in malice
an scribbled in ink of hemlock
as you squirm in envious pits

Come tell the self-penned book
your long gone minds can read
when you see wrong as right
and live graceless in soot

Come tell the self-penned book
your worth in negative flares
a thousand swallows is not a summer
pitch darkness lives in fear of penetrating light

From the covens of whitening shame
in shame upon shame upon shame
contemptible mired in contempt upon contempt
upon contempt

hiding in broad red sunset of blood red infamy
they huddle in red puddles to muddle in unison
these infernal leagues in fevered infamy
see them in profanity
in tattered minds and doublethink
they titter and witter in gormless chatter
and how they cry and decry

and in whimpering roars they bend to stand
snorting and snarling they tremble and shake to twist
prancing in baleful hackneyed discontents
incumbent in the ambiguities of green-eyed visionaries
gnawing hungrily at the banquets of inefficacy by inadequacies
ravaged by inherent bloodlust the vile nihilists
in shameless nakedness walks in crippled strides

cowards cowed only can only see threats
envy's palaces are hatred intimidation and destruction
a striking Noire in sight to be struck in strikes and strife
its carte blanche privilege
its the privilege of renaissance knuckle-draggers
its peasants' privilege to make the sublime into the ridiculous

Hail Caesar The Supremacist
The Tribune holds the best and fittest moors are put in the Arena
And fed to the Three Lions
In unison we stand
Rome dost spake in Plato's Athenians democracy
It is a privilege



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The Blessed find it strange
how real inner peace and contentment
eludes so many
but then sees they are so busy concerning
what's not their concern
and projecting their demons onto others
Then they blessed understands
and feels so grateful to be blessed

Chimes the bells are tolling in outward rhymes
cold dawn fleet in around airing pitiless vapor
my fore-runners are calling in coastal whispers
the clarion blows and beats for my return to shores
Mother I am sorry I never found the golden fleece
nuggets I dug from dawn to dusk in heat and icy wake
were purloined by the buccaneers of the eastern night
Father I am sorry the sweat of my brow washed away
only to earn me a tag avaricious in self seeking alleys
In glorious days I walked the straight and narrow
bought neither shame or sorrow to the ingrained light
But in ways unknown worthy deeds became a crime
and the hays baled in sunshine were turn to mush
a pure hearts love was taken and distilled into hock
to be guzzled and spat out like vinegar at a gypsy fair
In fairways wrought with tender care and toil genuine
now littered thorns and hemlock boughs overhanging
the nightingale left bereft of voice while wild dogs bark
and marauders malice inclined fill jugs of lost-heads brew
Pray forgive me I'm unhitching the tent and pulling plugs
I have song my songs but the carnival has changed in mist
shadows lurks in cauldrons smoke laden incantations rings
I see afar the spirits from my youths and hopeful times
when sun held a thousand dreams and a heart of gold shone
I will look again for days of tomorrow's sun and warm embraces
the chillies  will fire my blood in the footsteps of my forebears
I am thankful for what I am left with and all I have learnt
and to those few who had grace in graceless climate of ides

Verily known in honoured yards of thoughts
hallowed grounds far from the mindless
who ply their troth in mirages and arid gainsays
that if the axe forgets the tree remembers
so verily we shall help them waste their attentions

For untroubled barking dogs strains wistful barks
yearning for butchers choice of his master
as in dogs dream that sirloin lays juicy in its bowl
much as town hicks wear ruling crowns
let us verily help them waste their attentions

Teeth do not see poverty it gnaws all in mouth
fools do likewise to praise foolhardiness
wise attends to business with the market vendor
and not to the din and noise of the market
methinks verily lets help them waste their attentions

The child of a rat is a rat without question or doubt
need we wait or cry for a scholar to tell us so
we know he unable to dance says the yard is dry an stony
and slander by the stream will be heard by the frogs
so verily we say just look at them wasting their attentions

He identifies as a striaght Man
straight as dye and also a Prince
so all in all without a doubt
a worthy and princely man

in the foams of backwaters
they identify as blind-beggars
and in numbers as cowards
full of angst and resentments

He identifies their problems
ignorance of the bined blinds
limitations of the talentless
envy of furious mediocre

so dim minds in virtual reality
La Manchians fighting windmills
underachievers throwing shades
cooking paranoia to selves digest

He identifies unwoke slave traders'ghosts
yesterdays monsters todays weeds
does your rule and control get to ten
is it not power of brown in your face

they identify as republicans in revolt
witless at the Bastille in people putsch
yet still stand one man in noble grace
as they throw shapes in shameless disgrace
which they call dance of Phyche war


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Too much of anything
becomes  
too much of nothing
a vast
ocean fades into an horizon
constancies
become drowned inconstancy
as white fades
to pale only to ghost into transparency
that is there
yet not altogether there in the blackground
crystalline sand
holds trillions miniscule dazzling glass silicones
yet enmassed
they are nothing but dry arid sands to be walked over
many can a times
be too much to matter or given second look or thoughts

The mob come from ****
and live ****** lives
and their main occupation
is ****-stirring
so they pass on this skill
and stir the little minds
into ****-stirring
who in turn become
****-stirrers
from ***** to *****
that's all they know
its called
Trickle down Ignominy

By the mindless for the witless
**** stirring is the thing
pond life is full of ****
its a gene thing

You won't find ****-stirrers
in Mayfair or Hampstead
the Cultured have finesse
we leave that to
the little minds
with ingrained dipsticks
hence we call them
drips and drabs
and watch them ducking
diving and smearing
in their **** and
Trickle down Ignominy

Surprise me
by letting the truths prevail for once
but off course you cannot do that
you cover up
attack is the best form of defense
you launched your poison campaign
you aim for destruction
every truth is twisted and tainted
you declared to do my head in
you will do all to frustrate all I do
you slander, defame and distort
yet you did wrong
but its my life that should be ruined
its my spotless reputation you trash
my bright career you ruined
my loving relationship you poisoned
but that's not enough for you
you have to harass and torment daily
try to terrorize and maim my mind
project your sickness on to me
**** anything I reach out for
and poison all and sundry against me
all this to hide your own sins and crimes
can you let all see who you are
can you let us all know the evils you've done
Can you ever tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth
No! you cannot
for that is your nightmares, that lies all your fears and pains
the horrors that haunts you night and day
the sufferings you so desperately want me to unload on me
you cannot let the truths prevail for once
You cannot surprise me..........

in the myths of nonsensical
sits a sensical
where nonsensical is nonsensical
that's sense
consciousness and objective perception
these are alien
to nonsensical
for nonsensical is always nonsensical
it's that black
and white

I'll say it again loud and clear
I said
"look at you Chris, you and your family
common cheap house burglars
you go around stealing, too useless and lazy to work
you're scroungers, none of you have ever done a day's honest work
you come to us always borrowing, money, food, sugar even bread
you pay nothing back
then you start trying to blackmail us
give us money, we know you have rich parents
you are nothing but a bunch of ***** crooks
look at you, its morning and you're already drunk, you stink
you're white, in your country, you have more opportunities than me
yet all you can make of yourselves are burglars and extortionists
you're shameless, a disgrace
how can you break into us, you neighbours house
after all we've given to you, you truly have no shame, you're scums
I will make sure the neighbourhood knows all about you
since you and your family move in there's been so much burglaries
you hubby and son, only fifteen are always in and out of jail
i am going to organize a petition to get you removed from here
you godforsaken family of troublemakers and thieves"

White faced and trembling
she said
" Character assassination, public humiliation, we're going to ruin your life"

Guys, go read about gang stalkers and what they do

Stalk me, harass me, taunt me torment me, hound me, troll me
sabotage everything I do, ruin my relationships, defame me to all
isolate me, threaten me, terrorize me, frame me, disrespect me
label me, **** my dogs, steal my cars twice, gaslight me, erase me,
void me, cancel me, do all the street theatre-ing you like

You thought I would run like most would,
you thought I would have been driven mad like most would have
you thought I would have taken my life like some would

No, thieves thrive on bullying and terrorizing people
I have deserved contempt for you and all in your control
I am not afraid of contemptible thieving scums
I have nothing but contempt for all of you and all you've done
I am not your victim....I am the one you fear.....

They say
he gives nothing away
and indeed
why should he
he lets them do all the
hard Labour
they are used to it
they were born into it
staying low is always easier
for them
its a gene thing

You have to really know
before you can really tell

You have to really see
before you can really know

You have to really know
you really know you

before you really know
what you really know about you

Do you really know the you in you
or do you know the you in your construct

Dare you know

They can bore the ***
off Kim Kardashian
and play god
like Kanye West's Yeezus
but they lack substance
like The Donald
and get it all wrong
like Dubya
but still those like
Barak
stay strong and upright
for
“When they go low, we go high"
as the English proverb says
"The proof of the pudding is in the eating"
and those with correct senses know
" 'Cream rises to the top "

The hidden motive behind gangstalking, psychological warfare,  or a “thought war”?

To destroy the independent thinker and then create a psychological environment with constant “stalking” that´s make independent thinking feels like a controlled, stalked, surveillanced, manipulated,

hacked, compromised, interfered, and in other word this mean,
The Racists, Thieves and their gangsters Controllers don't want anyone to wise up,
leave or free themselves from their control and become a
            “independent thinking” system of the Higher Self,

So it raging psychological “thought war” against freedom and free will by constant stalking and harassment.

You little man
Stop laughing because we've got you
You know there's no one else like you around
we've got all the sheeples and they are under our control
they do all we instruct them to do because they are incapable
of independent thinking, they can't think for themselves
and we play with them as we like.

Listen, we just need to wipe your mind
and turn you into a sheeple like all the other morons
under our control.
we have to de-energise you,
demoralize you, **** your spirit and make you
like all the others.

What kind of a being are you
Look at the easy life all the others enjoy
we give them partners, they have jobs, we give them their fun
Make them believe they are free and can do what they want
Yeah, they are chained and under our control, but they don't know

Look at you, out in the cold,
Isolated, disenfranchised and suffering
and you are laughing, Mr Smartie pants
WHO have you seen brave, courageous and intelligent enough
to help you....NO ONE because they are all moronic sheeple
their egos belong to us as is their ******* souls, we own them!

So either **** yourself or go crazy
Your pure, strong, independent, real and good mind
   IS DRIVING US CRAZY and we LUCIFER's GENERALs
already the baddest of the bad and raving psychopaths is too
fine a word for us!

Hahaha....hahaha....hahaha.......

What is there to consider about a thousand thugs and hooligans
what do vagabonds and scums with enough problems of their own
have to constructively render to my well-being or otherwise
how can restricted vigilantes with coercive chains on hands and feet
devoid of senses, reasoning choices and free-will impact my emotions
am what I am and I apologize to no one for being me I wish you same
the corrupted will never feel at ease with the un-corrupted fact of life
the dissatisfied discontented will always carry grudges in their bones
deranged and depressed will seek company to project their miseries
the asinine cynics will always look for reasons to blame others for ills
the ignorants and ill-educated look for scapegoats to hang faults on
and the cowards and bullies pick victims to feel powerful and strong
go all and look yourselves in the mirror and let truths talk to you
you may still well find salvation to redeem your ills and make good
your victim is yourselves, find fulfillment and the attentions needed
do not blame me......

In recognition and acknowledgement
I make you toil tirelessly away
you have to heed
I cannot be ignored

whereas I know not you or care
your anonymity or ignominy
is your concern

but tell me this
does all your toiling over me
put food on your table
and has any one ever genuflected
to you

you may continue
we are highly amused
your chattering does define you
and your status
as you were...do continue....

The asinine Cancel Culture mob
red moss, scarlet ****** and crimson rogues
belly full cowards hiding in sinful solidarity
witless trolls and brainless activists
the rakes of Babylon in sandstorms and thunderstorms
born liars incarnate, deluded deceivers
psychopaths married to sociopaths birthing narcissists
in neville's chamber they gambol in odious slime
pedos and crooks hiding their crimes by deflecting
targeting the truths and discrediting right
attack is the best defense
left to right, right to left
fake ******* fukked up
their mission to lie and deceive
to create divisions and disharmony
while in secret they gorge themselves on the spoils of war

If I did not have a mind

brilliantly forged in humanities

capable of discernment in rights and wrongs

to appease the Creator's noble design and uphold my worth

would I be the swamp flotsam in a momentum roguish and wild

carrying the addled ***** mud of past stagnation and clogged

minds

enveloped in debris of insane ideologies long shamed and

discarded  

flogged by millions out of the house of reasons cowering in bile

naked in the shattering wake of rejections by miners and sons

mothers, wives sisters and daughters who saw the light

in strives and honest endeavours they gained by sweat

communities grown in neighborly love not hate

heed the wastrels and money for nothings

entrenched in blame games and deceits

selling raw hate and dividing people

with their self-serving con masters

liars, wide boys, haters and fakers

In towns flogging dud wares

hogging delusional cures

selling

stinking red snake oil

Nobody buys it

these days

Follies aplenty
steaming Mugs full of hot air
stimulant for dunces power tripping
faffing and goose-stepping about
its the vacuous elixir
immediately dissipating
into nothingness
and in magical thinking
they willingly and eagerly
brew and sip
this rage against themselves

Alone or together
makes no difference to me
known I've known myself forever
and who I found I ****** well  adore
and to make matters even more note-worthy
I know very few dare state this with any conviction
for how can hidden ghosts and shadows see themselves
much less embrace that which they are except to project their fears
living shadow-worthy in the cocoon of husks to strengthen their weaknesses
Alone or together makes no difference to me I met myself while you are still crying for yourselves
shedding alkaline tears
for negative transparencies
meaningless opaque in salt solution

Shallow is shallow as shallow is
mostly dense and constrained within firmer mass
extremely susceptible to surface tension and vicissitudes
malleable and pliable its easily manageable lacking solid essence

Please Note

In contact with bright rays of light
it possesses an inherent ability to reflect or deflect
and a tendency to oblique refraction
Shallow is shallow as shallow is

Hey Mr Big Nose harassers
Thieves, Bullies and Morons
Look how many years you've had
Still can't break him or shut him up
You are thieves and criminals
No good lowlife degenerate scums
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me

You are thieves, cheap common criminals
can't do better in life than stealing from others
You stole and I called you out, Your are thieves
plain and simple, stinking useless criminals
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me

I will not shut up, I will not be gagged
You are thieving scums you and your paid thugs
You have tried putting the frighteners on me
You want to break me and discredit me
I am still here and I won't shut up
Do your worst
Enlist the whole world
Hound me from pillar to post
You are nothing but stinking low life scums
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me

White thieves and burglars
Stealing thieving Racist scums
Wanna shut me up
Wanna bully and terrorize me to gag me
Wanna break me and **** my spirit the cowards they are
Come do your worse white thieves
yes I'm in your country and there are more of you
I ain't scared and control all you like
I will still say it to your faces thieves!
Your are stinking thieves and crooks
No good scums and lowlife
I ain't scared of you, come and **** me
I will not be broken by scums, degenerates and lowlife
You are nothing but stinking criminals with connections
Underground the lowlifes call themselves
Proud of criminality, white thieves makes a profession
out of burglary and stealing, Shame on you!
You scums blatantly burgled me because I am quiet and gentle
you thought you will meet no resistance
then I stood up to you
you swear you'll take me out, destroy me
Cheap shameless criminals
With all the civilisation and advancement in your Nation
All you can achieve is going around burglarizing
Cheap scums and degenerate, now come shut me up
I ain't scared of you and your underground
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me

It has come to our attention
that the pack of morons
despite all efforts and gang-warfare
cannot even tip one
sumo wrestler over
we should have known
that stupid does as stupidity does
hahaha
hahahaha
hahahahaha
however they have succeeded in
being prime laughing stocks

In those split seconds
the mask fell off
and
years of cultivated pretence
the façade of communion
the holier than thou
the genteel allusions of the gentiles
shattered like a porcelain  vase in a vestry
the mask fell off
and the demons that possessed the host
showed their real faces
devious sinister and religiously cunning
wearing camouflage as prim
and straight-backed as a Sunday school teacher
none but none would know
the hidden truth for demons move in mysterious guises
and wear their chosen hosts
in the most disingenuous styles for no one is safe but the chosen few
and so it came to pass
as I knew it would in this Principality of the Dark One
in this age of End Times
so on an evening never foreboding
in the Blessed omnipresence of My One and True God
in my abiding Light
in my gifted pious silence
the demons felt the Force of The Archangels surround
became overcome and grossly agitated
the mask fell off
banal screeches emitted
and they fled, pulling the disfigured host with them
out of the door
rebuked by the voiceless command of The Omnipotent
The Divine Incorruptible One and True God

They didn't call it privilege
Mum said its called responsibility
they didn't call it money
Dad said its called overdraft  from the bank
then they made you sign a contract
that ties you to your education
for the next twenty one years
with a rider that contains a Clause
that you are hanged from the mango tree
in the back garden if you fail any exams

They weren't called older sisters
they were Prison wardens controlled by Mum
dare misbehave and its solitary with no meals for your ***
They weren't known as older brothers
they were sadistic Policemen who had no Rule book

They was no sense of Entitlement
there was ****** do as you're told till you leave my house
and dare bring it to disrepute and watch yourself swing from the mango tree
there weren't alarm clocks
they was be on time in the morning for school
or go see Rev Slattery for six of the best

And then after all these
you meet the snowflakes whose mums do it all
wash, cook, iron and nurture without a mango tree
and these snowflakes signed no Contract to pass exam
and they have no Rev Slattery with a cane,
who would be recognized by them as the Pervert he was
and would now be doing Ten years at HM pleasure.

they have sisters and brothers that are mates
and have chips and Maccy D on tap
and a system that gives their parents money especially for them
not that overdraft that my father had from Barclays

And these airhead snowflakes and sociopaths
point ***** Maccy D fingers and fish and chips mouths
tell fairy Tales and fables about
Silver spoons and Privileges
about a sense of Entitlements
about Greed and opulence
Proving that comfort and easy life causes Brain Damage.....

The lab rats have ran amok
the wigan warriors have lost again at home
the Hotel guests have their bills paid by the Taxman
the millionaires are screaming poverty while peeling grapes
the unemployed is wearing designer eighty pounds aftershave
the whole scripted blue-print for psyche war-fare is  polished turds
the psychos are in arousal and hallucinating wildly about everything
including an alleged love affair conjured up as trigger
they've lost their heads and are seeing horse heads
see handsome silver fox turning into  mongols
mass hysteria mass delusion ivory-plated
Stalin is alive and Fascism is in the Reds
while some say red is sending messages
but others say black is also messaging
they know not meaning of psyche
they are mindless and vacuous
bringing entertainment to the
masses being themselves
jokers and simpletons
as they say knowingly
sick or wot...!!

Dear creator
i really don't believe you exist
because if you do why are we so talentless
impoverished, bitter, damaged, sick and angry
why are we not privileged, titled clever and wealthy
any way, if you do
you may as well answer our prayers
please let us be even bigger cowards
than we were yesterday
please let us continue to be ignorant
for ignorance is bliss
please help us to be real bad haters
for that's all we are good at
please let us always stay hidden and faceless
for our inadequacies and shame are limitless
please help us learn more bullying tactics
for it kills us when we see those bright ones
that we know are miles better than us
and please help us attain more of the inferiority complexes
and self-loathing that ravages us
for we know we are not worthy, confident or self-assured
and are too frightened and cowardly
to be anything else but what we are.
please hear and grant our pleas
thank you creator

but one thing though
why do you think its fair
to make those balanced stable well-adjusted people
and then make us
poor loonies cowardly inadequate dim envious nit-wits
and you call yourself a good creator
all this is your fault, innit?