Frolicking in their Paradise of Hidden

where they wear Raybans to block the rays

and speaking truths to each other is forbidden

cocktails and nectar are served from ***** not trays

for in spurious abandonment no malaise is unbidden

Tis dawn of darkness, moon refuses grace to madness plays

faceless arrogance ordains pilgrims progresses paths untrodden  

in fevered embrace ominous dances of apparitions began the end

days

Genuineness does not play games
no plots or plans to arrange this or that in play
no lies to package and present or ploys to embrace
for in the reality of realness there's now't to hide or shrink
merely an innocuous state that merely declares simply 'Im fine'

For all abound fakery and pretense run a show
the magic inside come fore to spin illusions and mask engage
what is straight needs no crinkling and clarity speaks universally
when faulted, admit and redeem and if right stand by your conviction
do unto others as you want others do unto you in these stand peace

Genuineness in motion with friends or foes
it traverse everywhere and exists in all manner of everything
its easy the soil to germinate wholesome wares and rains good fruits
not burdensome or bothersome it sets stall an proclaims buy or do not
alien to lots its quite apparent yet ubiquitous but it walks in conscience clear with not a scratch, fears or worry lines

Wanna know a secret you impoverished souls
well listen carefully now
Do you know
that when you have absolute contempt for something
I mean really deeply felt unshakably genuine contempt
well, that something, becomes so diminished, insignificant
that it become NOTHING, yes, absolute NOTHING
it looses any worth, any meaning, any impact or essence

Yes, they are living their best years
playing Fantasy Island and Blind man Buff
for in a white world all is white
and if it isn't
you just erase it off
and insert what you like
that's the best bit
that's them
living their best lives

The pigs of Alhambra
are singing their jazz
all that jazz
watch them move
yet their little curly tails
stays floppy flaccid
as they sing the Hangman's blues
in their muddy sty in muddy style
Muddy Waters eat your heart out man
No one does jazz as the pigs from Alhambra

So
at your worst
you can marshal packs of puppets
and pawns
and marry them all to all your viscerally
selected demons
thus at your forsaken disposal an army
of ****** miscreants
and
at your best
you have laid out your rotted innards
and all your disrepute
your vices caramelised in shoddy white gloss
now smelt in gangrene disgrace  
in
at lest pitifully
you claim your wretched podiums at the
galleries of peons
and all donned your jesters hats proudly
and in fitting ridicules
and
at your wittering  most
you owned your shamelessness with aplomb
as in muck from muck
in the depraved reunions of thieves, degenerates
low-lives, malcontents and chavs
what's classy about underclasses who will dare throw
the first stone
there is esprit de corps in the salt poor waters
of pond lives

In the dept of rancid animus
gripped in malice and madness
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 neo-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 Alchemist can make black blacker
and twist better than Chubby Checker in his hey days
they will take foregone conclusion and make drama
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
silks

To figure me out
you have to first figure yourselves out
I have already done that

Have you the clarity
to watch this all the way through
I doubt you have that in you

Your language figures for you
and you make the calls only you hear
hearts do not speak languages

To figure me out
you have to first speak my language
like I speak your language
and I already do that better than you


https://youtu.be/81bZdDewZdQ

Thank God I was not born a COWARD
Not Made to be an inadequate that hides to fight
Or only find strength or guts in numbers or in gangs
Faceless fraud Unable to know what real strength is

Thanks Heaven for the joys of Courage and Confidence
The knowledge that within the core stands solid and firm
That rarified vibe that permeates a centred self upheld
To know you'll stand a man face 'come what may'

What is my worth if I cannot uphold my convictions
And defend them publicly before God and my peers
Bestowed substance not semblance not a sham of my gender
If its death be it glorious as Legendary defeat is victorious

Tiredness is merely an Imposter that serves a purpose
A warrior prepared knows when to aim and when to parry
Real bravery does no overthinking or swallowing sorrow
Fire can burn in water if you know what to do with steam

What is the worth of Cowards but ringing contempt
Minds bred in hollowed Eden as regimented farm stocks
Rhymeless rhythmless vacuous untested playthings herds
The superficial state-bred cocoons living blind and dumb

Adversity is necessity for those born with hearts and soul
Real love is from the hanging chests of mothers in hot sunshine
Not from a can or the paid warden that leaves in the storm
And loneliness finds shelter in cocoons bred on wants and wants

Who empties the Savannah deluge with a bamboo vessel
Show me the fool that downs an Iroko Timber with a machete
Find the Son of my Ancestors that wear necklaces on his ankles
My Princes do not lay down swords to join a dancing troupe

It is what it is
Come what may
Thank God I was not born a COWARD
I own a renowned sword, I know how to use it......

So Poor's craving attention as always
insignificance wants a reaction
but all there is
is contempt
which makes me laugh and snort in derision
I might as well
be watching deranged ghosts playing phantom chess
you do not see the board or the pieces
but you hear ghouls screeching they are making moves
they see what I do not see
and write of moves I cannot comprehend
much less see
all I can do is show them the black moon
in veiled contempt and sarcastic one finger
to those ghosts
who make ***** of themselves

What soap opera?
what circus?
No....its Goggle-bore
yes....you heard right, goggle-bore
We watch them as they entertain us with their soaps fixation
we laugh at their obvious obsessions
there's pathos in their escapism
we see the mediocre in distraction from their insignificance
we see how they crave relevance and loose themselves in fantasies
we see their various takes on characters in their imagined world
we get glimpses of their inner selves from their interpretations of
scenes and characters
we see how they fill voids in their mundane lives
we see how their untutored imaginations run wild
and how they become totally immersed in their fantasies
that it becomes interactive to them
the lines between reality and fantasy disappear
they do not know the difference between truth and false-hood
they have suspended disbelief to the hilt
and therein is the pathos  to the watchers of this sad spectacle
there a millions of vacuous minds
millions of unfulfilled lives
millions of sad pathetic insignificant mob
millions of psychologically unbalanced people
all looking for help and answers
for fulfillment and some sort of recognition
and only finding succour in their addictions to soap
We watch them as they are in the real soap
that shows so much about the human condition
What a soap, what a circus......

Hey! come-on
be a bit more charitable
how can you expect the semi-illiterates
and the mentally challenged to undertsand
the difference between being alone and loneliness
and please donot even try to dissect an explanation
this will only confuse them more and donot to them dare state
"That lonliness is a state of mind" they will tell you that's a record
more than half of them walk around truly lonely yet in crowds
but they lie to themselves they are amongst friends
that they are connected valued and appreciated
but deep inside they know its all false
merely illusion and distractions
they are all superficial
empty and lonely

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
a useful idiot you shall not be

you sailed so far alone
for the meddlers have been in  your home
raking confusion and dissent

dulling crescent moon
burying truths for westward golden oil
buying blood for greenbacks

they open minds' doors
and teach your floors are your ceilings
to help you climb only to fall

show you bright lights
and peel your reasoning with vanish
bleaching the values of sages

walls of your temples
are broken 'n turned into a circus ride
a Merry-Go-Ride at a price

And in ankle chains
and obfuscating snow gala in wonderland
they toss you on to skate naked

had to spare your dignity
let you walk away without singing for supper
or pay dowry to the Innkeeper

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
their puppet you shall not be
not under my watch

moribund in that alternative refuse-bin
of busted rhyme and proses
where like-minded asinine pretentious
air their echoes from succubus
you'll find our scribe of elongated cries
plying his woes in columns
in feverish frenzy he piles single words
on single term shouting out
his pain dirges and ferocious incantations
from peak to base he oozes ****
prophet vocabularies yelling anodyne prophecies

fresh from the remand centre of pile them high
to knock them down in tortuous vistas
the kapo Bolshevik was more a flamed on that forth day
raw nerves set searing scalding hot
by cogent worded truths of the carcass he homes
and the vacuous trash he calls a mind
not to mention the shaming insecurity of the hidden
shortcoming of his flaccid trouser quill
hence the obsession of pilling single words in long
horizontal stretches
Freudian slip if ever as the small man compensating
in an E-type jaguar and its extended hood

wounded and raving kapo's erstwhile asinine subtleties
bit the dirt in outrage
single stacking out and our hurt Bolshevik managed two
brimstones and thunder echoes
nothing is nothing and unimportant fire fly into dust
like a wooded king turn to ashes
and look behind the rictus tirade of the vacant small man
to view the miserable insecure little child
who knows he will never have the skills and talent of heroes
or grace the fields of his dreams
or ever have the proven qualities and Largesse of the real
men of honour
But weep not for he is okay at stacking words and heralding
doom and despondency
what else is there for him, perhaps shelve stacking at an Indian Grocery...........

It never a good idea to make anchors out of bread
or use Plasticine to make triggers
and worse of all
you take dumb indiscipline juvenile street mongrels
and say, these are our soldiers
what are they going to do
attack by blowing **** smoke at the enemy
or do a killer dissing rap
(they do that already in poetry and its laughable ****)
perhaps they will chav the enemy to death
or most likely
and now this is genius and actually workable
abject stupidity
can actually Bore people to death
aah....I need to go and find something to stimulate my mind

Little wonder they lament
in lower reaches
while gumption and simple
reasonings traverses
blissfully over their heads
and horse sense
gallops nonchalantly in wake
of their dimness
The witless wonders of
percerption control stage
placements of stale wenches
in thoughtless imagines
to titilate
alas foolhardy nonsense
for simple deduction would know
the type does inclined
to be excited thus
would in roaring drought
would long ago have gone
to pay for it
for those so easily excitable will nurse
compulsion to do as such
or in dire desperation would have made
a call to the Gold Coast
home of an old friend if just for a dip

Face the truth
your impacts are even lesser than you
and your ignorance and insignificance
is as ignorable as you
your stale wenches flatter themselves
I don't see useful idiots and
flying monkeys
even in drought nor do I allow
them in my dreams

I am amazingly magical
I can make you see stars with my magical
telescope
that can reach far deep into soft clouds
or retract to fit just right
to make you see
what's on cloud nine
its always ready for use
hard steel long and sleekly shiny in black chrome
and never ages or show sign of wear
a lot will die to own one like this
in fact dumbos  amateurs astronomers
hate me ferociously for owning
this amazing  machine

Hey! you plastics
look around you and see the bars holding you in
you are all imprisoned, in your different cells serving time
your ignorance imprison you leaving you vacant and vacuous
your lack of confidence jails you in envy and cloying jealousy
your insecurities and lack of self-assurance has locked you in
your immaturity and narrow-mindedness jails you in stupidity alley
you mediocrity and insignificance jails you in a life less ordinary
your immorality and lack of humanity jails you in rage and pains
your weakness and cowardice jails you in talent-less emptiness
In jail you have to quickly join a gang
to find protection because if you don't you get picked on
by the other sub-humans and animals like you
I see you all for all you are for its so apparent
a bunch of pathetic miscreants and reprobates
talent-less imbeciles and mentally undeveloped *****
looking for somebody to pick on
to make your jail-time more bearable
to vent on and project your miseries onto
You have my commiseration jail-birds
you have my sympathy
but I ain't useless and sick
like you locked up in anguish
surrounded by fear in prison codes
ruled by your controllers and Dons
I am enlightened and free
You are dumb prisoners
and in chains and brain-cuffs
made by you for you
your minds locked up
and the keys thrown
away

And they all kissed frogs
and the frogs stayed frogs, green and slimy
and so they went in search of other frogs and kissed them too
but yet the frogs stayed frogs because frogs are frogs and stay frogs
then they found a prince, shining and bright as day charmingly so
and they stopped and gaped in disbelief realizing princes do exist
regal and fine in robes of light and finesse they've never known at all
they came and took the prince to town, tied him and then killed him
why? one asked, we've spent our lives kissing frogs
hoping they'll turn into our regal prince with all his finery
and now we found the prince and we all tied him up and killed him
why, why why did we do this horrendous act
we had to, they all replied
we were scared, we couldn't dare kiss him
for fear he'll turn into a frog......

please supply your storylines
parade the products of your bitter imagines
in malice gut your intestines
show rancour and pains governing sick opines
lest we think you have resign
for without your narcissistic fix you will more decline

So come rile your whines
bring your delusions and illusions to dine
stir and mix and redefine
you know you have nothing better incline
your poisonous enshrines
nothing noble wise or positive but your twines

alas your putrid minds
only to you and those of your ilk aligns
thus similarly confines
dare you stop the fools errand you are assign
dummies do not recline
when in crazed stupors have exceeded the borderlines

making it about you
is their road to Damascus
not to meet Paul but to rob Peter

it is not about you
for some were only brought
to help throw more scales in their eyes

you were near Jerusalem
seen how they pull down temples
and worshipped the idols of Baal in oil

you know they speak in lucre
as they divide lands in ****** spoils
and carry your fathers to sire traitors for olives

you know the lay of the land
tasted the milk of sorrowful forfeitures
as they eat your soul and feed it back to you

forced to take their silver
as they use your voice and raid flesh
you become a crusader in the crucifixion of your mind

it is never about you
for your tale is also my story
but I drink the blood of my ancestors
and in crowning glory witnessed Messiahs ascent

go find your peace
but know the burning bush
reveals no saving visions on snow hills
we may meet in Galilee or near the banks of Jordan
but know I know its not about you for your story is my story

Some say geyser
some say fountain
others say magnum
while ten say telescope
the thing is you can't keep a good man down
and I know without the envious contrived droughts
I'll be riding waves and finding the rhythm of the motion
not venting ranting and hating on some man like some do
I'd always been able to find better things to do with my time
what beats the motion of the ocean

We will **** him up
We will bug him non-stop
mess up his head and alter his personality
We will terrorize his mind and **** it
He won't know who he is
He will only exist, not live
( as if that's not a classic oxymoron )
He is banned from ever making a meaningful relationship
Anything he says will be used against him
He will never trust anybody again
By the time we finish with him, he would wish he was dead

Hey! hey, what did he do?

We, the Red Left Wing, Nihilisism Faction and in colaboration with Local Criminal Gangs solemnly declare above proclaimations in
solidarity with the MaCarffety Criminal family, who as underdogs
exercise their Human Rights to break into their next door neighbour's flat and burgle them.

Hey! hey, what did he do

This neighbour were two decent hardworking, Law-abiding couple, with double income, a good car and a prosperous future ahead, so why should they complain when the Macarfetty Criminal Family burgled them. Though the MaCarfetty are a dysfunctional drunken Layabout bad'uns, they are the underdogs and thus deserve our solidarity and the couple burgled deserved to be ruined and sent back to Square One.

Hey! hey, what did he do

THUS THE PROCLAIMATIONS ABOVE IS HELD AND EFFECTED.....So be it, we look after our own...Innit..!!

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Those of you with a sense of humoir may enjoy the article below by Jeremy Clarkson, published recently ....

WHEN the Labour Party was formed at the beginning of the 20th century, its main aim was to turn Britain into a proto-Marxist state.
But among all the communistical twaddle, there was always a noble goal. It wanted to look after the little guy.
The miner who spent 27 hours a day at the coal face. And the factory worker who spent all week not quite making Austin Allegros.
The trouble is that today there are no pits, and robots do most of the heavy lifting in the car plants.
So the Labour Party has switched its focus to a new type of little guy.
The oppressed minorities. It doesn’t matter how mad these minorities might be, Sir Starmer’s merry band of weird beards is always ready to give them a hug and a cup of ginger-infused nuclear-free peace tea.
Transgenderists. Vegetablists. People from the far end of the LGBTQIAP+ acronym.
The Just Stop Oil mob and their mates in Extinction Rebellion.
All these people are the new miners
And this is what frightens me about the inevitability of a Labour victory in the next general election.
Sir Starmer may stand there under his Playmobil hair, pretending to be sensible, but behind him there’s an army of Corbyn enthusiasts who don’t really care about the economy, or law and order, or immigration.
Those are middle-class issues, mainstream issues, so they don’t matter.
What does matter in the socialist heartland — the sixth-form common room — is the little guy.
So, there will be new laws to ensure that if you so much as look at a ginger in a funny way, or you express displeasure at some herbert who’s glued himself to the road, or you employ a man, you will be charged with a hate crime.
It’s already hard enough for older people to keep up with the changes.
I had 60 years of knowing for sure that women didn’t have penises.
And then, in the past three, I’ve been told that actually, some of them do.
And I must accept that or else. And there’s more.
All of the jokes we laughed at in the Seventies will become illegal.
All the things we said to our friends. All of the TV shows we watched. All the chants we sang at football matches. Every WhatsApp we’ve ever shared. We must forget them all and accept that everything we’ve ever thought or learned or said or done is now offensive and wrong. That’s going to be hard. Let me put it this way.
If you took a kind-hearted lefty from an uber-woke town like Brighton and made them live in Tehran, they may try to fit in.
But at some point they’re going to accidentally do something they didn’t even realise was a crime. And they’ll wind up with no head.

Inorganic BEETRAYALL is an amatuerish den-brewed beer
a sham concoction by some asinine metro-hicks and chavs

Its so weak and pueril as in made by bleached dregs for dregs
and only one like brainless moonshiners would buy this

Its so frothy and dense and a telling reflection of its Makers
as are all the other products by this Really Useless Group

In anodyne suspended disbelief they coralled some sheep
as propagandists to blah blah BEETRAYAL repeatedly

God knows how many times down the lines they still can't see
WHAT is inorganic is not REAL no matter how many times
you parade denseness and artificially infused BEETRAYALL

And anyway with all your bribery coercions and intimidations
people can tell and see you are nothing but a bunch of fools
peddling hogwash and bleached acidic moonshine

BEETRAYALL my foot, you've betrayed yourselves!!!

The sous-chef of the albinos says
I'm in charge of cooking, baking and roasting
and in this hell-stance my delusions rules the roost
I've got the Crème de la crème and arsenic in tincture
prepare the grills and flames for a banquet of homicidal delight

Get that deer, King of the forest and protector of all
heave that Buck down, none but I holds power in this domain
its times of discontent, green eyes and walking dead are hungry
from challis of Madam White Snake and the shroud of San Lucifer
a sacrifice, a sacrifice for cold hearts and all mothers of the spawns

The belly crawlers and spawns in Hades kitchen toil
to high jack the mind of this regal imposing stag unsurpassed
hounded, mud-spattered, neither the raging winds nor savage beasts
snares and putrid guile's, poisoned mindless and shameless tarring
the buck bedded in Mother Nature in solace true and enduring light

So the sous-chef of the witless albinos says, no matter...
lets get a clone of that regal buck, sharpen knives and slice away
pepper, season hung, drawn, quartered, boil and simmer all the way
go tell tales of our magnificent menu, that stag is ours, for the eating
a merry feast for you all, pieces of eight for the dead deer's chest, ahoy, ahoy, ahoy.....!!

Fresh from Elementary classes
in the Urban Ghetto Comprehensives
the zero minded ragamuffins and one parent urchins
stuttered they were playing mind games and NLP manipulations
I asked the pathetic witless simpletons to explain all about it to me
" that's silly "
they replied,
"how are we supposed to know, when we have no minds of our own
we just do as they tell us,
we are never taught to use our minds
just another brick in the wall....."

That's the way its always been......!!!

I may not be 6.05 or 6.04  or even 6.00
to me 5.06 is quite alright
heeled shoes are just a fashion statement
so get off your fantasy rocking horse
and if you must know
If you're the kind of lover I am
and you have my prowess
you'll know I don't have the slightest complex
about my height
more so as I have often been told
by various lovers
never met someone like you before
there's no one else like you
you just stand head and shoulders above others

They call it a 'Class War"
They call it a "War of Liberation"
whilst its just another instance of white oppression

Childish, immature, mean and nasty underachievers
like the kid on the beach who kicks over others sandcastle
because they are better than the ******* castle he made

Like that that uncool dumb teen who scatters the board game
because he's now seen that he is losing and cannot win at all

like those ugly pimpled friends who would play gooseberry
and ****-blockers because  they can't get nice dates of their own

like that bitter mad one who will spill ink over your white top
or new Trainers because he or she has old and ***** ones

They are all from the world of the sicko psychos and damaged
talent-less mean, envious, sad pathetic people going nowhere
If I can't make it, why should others do and be winners

They all graduate to the divisive politics of the ****** losers
Power is stopping progress and advancement because they are down
Power is bringing achievers and enterprise down they can's gain
Power is sabotaging all that is good because they are bad in all

Measly fetid minds they plot and conspire in gangrenous network
dolts, scums, unwashed losers and rejects of society, bottom feeders
Come join the Party, our specialty is chaos and disruption of winners

The pathetic jokes of the white West, losers in their own backyards
picks on an African who came from disadvantages to better them
better educated, more intelligent, cool and stylish in every way
pack full of potential, going places they can never go or reach

Our sick, mean spirited under-achievers, expert losers and scums
crawled on the war-path, riddled with envy, sick with jealousy
ruin his progress, oppose and disrupt a black man who doubles
efforts to achieve, what if losers try is given to them on a plate

What here is done for the greater good, what here is honorable
celebrated victories for psychos, racist underachievers I think not
peoples power? more sick, tormented, jealous n envious chicanery
anarchy jealousy, anarchy shame, anarchy racists, anarchy liars

One Single Black achiever demonstrates the inherent strength
and grace of our all our Ancestors against sick, persistent white oppression. That's the story here.
If its a fair war, why hide and go underground, why fight *****!

I am not what I own
I own what I am
I am not what I am called
I call what I am
I am not a title
I earn a title
my status does not define me
I define my status
in the truth knowledge and wisdom
of who I am
in the Grace Blessings and sublime Divinity
of The Higher Power

INTEGRITY
does not mean
an American multinational corporation
and technology company
that is
composed of or covered with relatively large particles
just saying

Send in the clowns
Oh! they are already here
they can't be much good the crowds
are uninterested
and look
the ******* clowns are playing with themselves

Oh! its called miming, imaginary acts and tomfoolery
Ah! I see, its what clowns do
you know silly things, clowning around,
making fools of themselves
its stupid really,
that's why they hide behind painted faces and masks
and rarely speak

That's why they are clowns
they never make sense
if they did, they wouldn't be clowns
they do take themselves quite seriously though
but you know the common knowledge
underneath the painted faces and masks
they are mad lonely and unhappy

That is my joy
that's where my being oxygenates
for I know to keep some on side
they have to be offered inducements and sweeteners
By those who want me isolated and driven mad
but
while at work, I delighted in watching all of the races
get along , no usual picking on the Asians or others
suddenly everyone is united except me of course.

It was great to see the blokes being courted by the ladies
No Hopers suddenly able to glide in front of me
with a fine lady on hand, while I sit on my lonesome
It really made me happy for them to be happy, I know I'd have some lucky breaks, so it was good, watching others
get the attention and me out of the spotlight

I saw any romantic interest for me is immediately swarmed
and prised away, lulled by bribes and inducements
sweeteners to help wreck any link up
that man's gotta be isolated
so I let them go
to get what will give them succor and relief
did I go bring a wife back, I could have done
but let them keep her at least I know they will
have to provide more than natural, that made me feel good
for she would be courted and spoilt
and swanned over to keep her away from me

this unlover foisted on too, to confuse and tease me
and mind-play me with all their negative offerings
I know they would offer
distractions, inducements and sweeteners
to keep her on-side
the poor small thing needs all she can get given her situation
I put her in place for a better take than would naturally come
I told her, use the situation to your advantage
so I feel good knowing I helped somehow
for I know, as with all things false
sooner or later, things will fall apart
for what is not real can never last

the Devil will ask for its debts and it won't be from me....
and if you lay with rattlesnakes
sooner or later you will rue the day.

To see you have to know how to look
for
to look you have to know what to see

Listen, its a campaign of harassment
they do it all the time
they just want to frustrate you
oh! yes, invalidate you totally
they've dragged me into it
they say they are hijacking your mind
and in turn your life
do you know the ******* are calling themselves
Pirates....hahahaha
they revel in the red devils tags
the fukking cowards with nothing better to do
listen do you want me to stick around and play pretend
along with them
I could just feed them ******* and keep you in the know
we know they are crazy lying *******
they are the frustrated invalidated ones and the fools
don't even know it
thanks, but its better you don't stick around
its an impossible position to put you in
our mad pirates may turn on you
they are already discolouring you
I don't want their stresses for you
they've become a clichéd joke
laughing stock in private circles
left wing useless crass doing crass things
hate-mongers that divide because they are broken
listen, take care of yourself

Of refined Distinction

Born of noble blood and creed

reared in regal grace and manners cultured

worthy and anointed a sublime dignified soul

an anathema  to knaves, scoundrels and the lowly

the ungainly barbarians and vandals pool talent-less heads

dancing ignorant heathens launching crusades of angst and spoils

envious flames lit only got doused by their rancid bile spittle

masses turning away as bright truths turn to harvest

to show that nobility enshrines real endeavour

shaming the piracy of wastrels and lags

confirming the cream is la creme

nobility noble - n'est ce pas ?

the truth don't lie

Votre Altesse !

Bolsheviks' and muzhiks and even kulaks too
wrap your chains round your necks
its time for Royal bashing
its age for Royal bashing
down with Royals
no more Royalty

but cowards, sorry I mean scarlet comrades
we are doing it by remote control
please stop crying and listen

we will show you how to work the remotes
but you will spend your own money
on the batteries to send waves

all those on computers pay your energy bills
time and efforts you must give freely
your minds and loyalties are ours

now get on with it dear slaves of solidarity
do not think just do as we direct you
down with elitism power to dummies
sorry I mean chummies
you know...friends
we're all friends
aren't we

they are tripping on counterfeit love
perhaps its the magic mushroom
that got them going
and now they see love in rainbows
and drink pink ***** in tubes
singing arrivi dici
we are tripping

They are headhunters without heads

mindfuckers with little minds

but most of all

they are thoughtless imbeciles

with invisible thoughts

which only them can see

they are the clowns of clowns

nothing works in unsettling psyche
the limited and basic are tools blunt
familiarity breeds contempt
cancel and cancel and cancel again
you are dregs puppets
working for racists and thieves
come on doggies bark again

Let us inspire the crude dregs
offer pointers to anoint primed dunces
sparing seeds in hollow wraiths
see untied and fancy-free
bring the scarlet lace to grace Delilah train
sing loudly songs of the rainbow's arc
yodel trust and ****** digits to inflame
stand on the hull and sail to Rome
but do not leave out the maiden in green woods
for luscious kisses in gardens
while laid on black velvet is a dream
what use is a taxi driver with an eye and a half
are we to leave an old man in golders that is green
or wonder if three or four is not enough
don't call me a gold digger as crowds will do
that enough stays me away and leaves me stymied
have they not seen me in pink tutu
dancing free and care free
like a fire-fly
there is enough here to help in opposing
so round up the fools for a party
lets set fire to the grapevines of the idle poor
Let us inspire the Crudes of Dregs




goodbye
I'm done

With little self esteems
third class mentalities are belligerent ravers
as predictable as the rains in monsoon
easy they are to bite the baits
for bodies minds and psyches
are wanton and always famished
underprivileged is a pain never lanced
so fight on
fight on
you have nothing to lose
and you own little
in self esteems