Yes, its the year twenty eighteen and not Nineteen forty-four

but comrades and friends, hear me out for I know not what to do

Do be kind and laugh you not, or raise your eyes or snigger like fools

the problem is, like Duke Philip, Mark Philips, Snowdon and Mike Tindall

I have known a Royal Princess for years and really like her very much



She is so sweet and nice, ever gentle, warm, kind and thoughtful

smart and clever, fun and playful yet regal and charismatic

and it is said, pardon moi, she has the sweetest honey ***, to boot

I know she fancies me too, for her intense eyes and actions tells me so

we talked, we joked, drink and laugh and share little tender touches



She lives in a grand little apartment and drive a lovely old car

well read, witty and engaging, she's fun and very good company

She,s impressively intelligent with a wide grasp of social issues and life

very versatile, she can turn her hand to anything and does things well

above all, she's a people's person, always sensitive to the needs of others



Alas, that was then, for now in months, we no longer see or speak

for I am a coward, right through and thorough and not very bright

You see I am, though no longer said, a commoner born and bred

and to me and my kith and kin, its always has been 'us and them'

And from birth, our tradition states, never the twain shall meet, so there!



For if I show my real feelings to my Princess and be real, nice and warm

I shall, by my lot be accused of being impressed by 'them snotty lot'

If I show I really care and want to be close and spend time with her

my lot will mock me to high heavens and call me a toady brown-noser

They will scream, crawler, fawner, he's just a flunkey and a groveller



Again, if with her I am real and natural as with all I know in my circle

they will say I am an arduous social-climber, being what he's not

And to boot, were I to be true to myself and have who I really want

I will be ******, shunned and labelled, a big 'Gold-digger,' true

Look at him, betraying his roots and all for shinning lucre from them



So being the coward, under-confident, paranoid, insipid under-achiever

traits, you all know and have, inherited from birth along with you all from our class

So what else to do, but drive my kind, real and genuine Princess away from me

I had to behave rude and shabbily to show I had no regard for 'them Royals' ones

I shouted and scorned to indicate I have no respect for any 'regal' whatever



Its all show with us, so I put on a good show and reported back to my lot

oh, I farted in the Princess' face and took the **** as we spoke, hahaha

Oh, I stood over the Princess and shouted and raved in public, hahaha

oh, I ignored her calls and never text or call her back, hahaha hahahaha

Oh, do you know, I shouted and slammed the phone down on her, twice, haha...haha



Wow, did I win bragging rights or what, I did not betray my roots, I tell you

I walk amongst my lot now with pride, and I can see they are all impressed

Some idiot said, hey! isn't the Princess just another human like you

did she treat you like that, are you not intelligent enough to see past labels

Have you ever heard, 'Do unto others as you want them do unto you'



Alone by myself, I feel ashamed, I think about her and wished I'd behaved differently

but what could I do, what's the right and correct thing to do in this situation

I am weak, I always need others, not confident enough to stand up for myself

Though educated, I am not intelligent enough to be self-assured, fair and measured

And all my insecurities means I need others attention, kinship and approvals



I love 'showing off', I think most of us do it to make up for our inferiority complexes

Nothing beats being able to say, I disrespected those toffee-nosed ones

Though my Princess was very down to earth and never haughty, she is still one of them

But I have to be a working class hero or be shunned and given grief by my lot

After all, I am not Royal and made of sterner stuff. we are not born and bred that way

Hahaha.....hahaha....hahaha........yeah, I'm the man! Who's your daddy, people?



Copyright LaurenceA. 14th June, All rights reserved.

Its a scam, its a scam, see the Crimson Gang deftly scamming them
They by sleight have befuddled gullible masses Moral Compass
Made them see wrong as right twisting their brains from the stem
With deceitful guile they shepherded them all to the fools' campus

Slander and fake News galore fed to vacant hungry masses scrum
Knowledge is power the reprobates declares, do not let it pass
We're the majority the bullies screams, knowing they're just scums
Worthless charlatans who rob successes and **** without cutlass

They take a foregone conclusion and coat it with fool's gold crumb
A victim with no intention of going after an uninterested lass
Dumb masses fed fake news fooled into harassing actions dumb
A non-event becomes a show of the controlling might of our class

Crimson gangs interpret a non-events from his deluded sad drum
Creates a warped sick drama round a hapless victim for laughs
Gives street theater actions to masses, these will oppose and numb
Whilst poor victim subjected to 'voiding' madness wonders past

The Crimson leaders laugh so much like pirates drinking ***
Look how we manipulate the masses, they are so simple and crass
With our devious twisting propaganda they eat out of our ***
We simply use them to nail and crucify our victim to the cross

I'm tempted to give them
their worst living nightmare
two laughing happy friends meet up
cruising along in a silver Merc out to lunch
talking excitedly, laughing warmly, having fun
that comes so easily to bright nice aware people
oh, how that would **** the narcissists and ruin their day
but I won't do that cause I want to help the Labour Party thrive

what does it feel like
for those obsessed fans
in fervent devotion and attention
to the subjects of their adoration
can't be easy, me thinks
especially when caught
between their fixation
and what it says about them

even more puzzling is the fact
not for them buying and playing idols music
or just simmering lustfully over photo shopped posters
or even hanging round venues
in hope of a sight or a touch
No these obsessed fans I know
live in a mind or not of their own

day and night their minds occupied
looking, talking, imagining, projecting
fantasizing, objectifying and pontificating
totally consumed to the point of crassness
and we ain't talking children here

what's so laughable though
they spend valuable time and efforts
writing litanies and absurd proses
hourly, daily,' morningly' and deep duskily
wow, not even Jagger or Paul McCartney
gets such attention
some call them stalkers or raving loonies
I say same difference

The Acolytes come marching in and out and in, out again
Minds befuddles, rationalities amissing, fully indoctrinated
Pathetic Dogs of Attrition dressed all in white, all in pain
Compulsive obsessives, neurotics primed and oxygenated
Scrappers at the bottom of the barrel wants unlawful gain
By hook or crook is their recourse, to that they are mandated

From rhetorics long gone and ideologies forged in days of rain
Our intrepid Confused and Acolytes are soundly medicated
Just march to left, left, left, left and we will ease all your pain
Recognize that the enemies are those that think and are educated
They all claim domain at the top, with kudos, status and fame
While you languish in closed barrels, your poor lives truncated

Those Bosses are all there because they are all Masonic inclined
Doctors, lawyers and Professionals paid cash for Degrees granted
They did no work or study, rich Daddies just paid so they claim
All those Entrepreneurs are Robbers who bankraid unarrested
Because the Police are all masonic and help/share in all the gain
The Royals are  Top Mafiosas, with International links atested

So Dumb Acolytes Know the truths and fall with the wise in line
We must regain Power and march left, left so we're not left in vain
The republic shall live because it's 21 Century and we wake in time
We take all from the Secret Society and cut off all our iron chains
Begin by taunting, tormenting and harassing that ****** Wayne
The ****** Prince is the African Mafia Chief and Exploiter kingpin

Sing with me everybody
Viva la Revolution, viva la Revolution
We are clever, all in our White uniforms
We march to the left left left with our two left feet
We know our brains have left us but we go left left
Viva la Revolution, Viva la Revolution, Viva la Jinbba.
Hey! jinbba, jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbaba, hey! jinbba jinbba
Sing.........

To you only
no song from supreme Aphrodite
came in swirls of flimsy chiffon and laces
promising to dance in silver moonlit beams
soft lips blowing prose to bluebells in woodlands
dewdrops glaceing grotto for that rider in the storm
sing me that uplifting melody with primeval emotions
send me cold flames in inspiring fleets that finds my shore
let the teasing winds settle on our tongues in ways of words
unfasten the trials to the milky ways and let attuned minds frolic
no song from Aphrodite today but our muse must sing raptures soon
for.. feelings moves you so let the knight move your chasm unfettered

They are still mixing concrete in their cereals
its the daily diet for the hard-ups
nothing like the improper
for the mprobables

Grasping fanatically
eunuchs and market hawkers
sweep up the flippancies' of the witty
unschooled in ironies and jocular chidings
the semi-illiterates gormless thoughts interpreters
amass see-thru disinformation as biblical control manual
oh ye of gilded title all you say has been catalogued and indexed
matter not the fabrications nor the distortions nor if its out of context
the Eton mess of the ignoramus is power and will be used against you
Bolsheviks in Apparatchik on the rampage jigging the dolts' fandango
comrades muzhiks we present the screening of fallacies from the caves
power to the people

The plaintive cliché
of a Regal Soap-opera
finds frenzied homage
in barren minds lesser stooges
consumed in fevered malaise
devoid of rhyme and reasoning's
vacant incumbents trip in mirages
drunk on delusions and drugged on gainsays
gripped in angsts and cancerous in terminal malice
they squirm and twitch as they scribe their version of events
in the dramatization of only fools and horses to the Manor born
fantasies for escapisms an arm for an arm a leg for a leg are the commoners dreams and the commoners deal
save me a piece of the action, mate.....

It's nice knowing
you may have kept your words

the famished farmers are busy
sowing seeds on tarmac and concrete

please titter not they sowed on diamond
and swear their seeds are germinating
we looked with a microscope and saw not a spec
though unused, the diamond still shone dazzling as ever

so say nothing and lets praise the farmers
persistence is the key, it''s all about working
it's difficult losing their attached chains and they've got to vent
nothing grates more than excellence to mediocrity

let's see if they can wheedle it out of you
but so far, I know now't for now
No sign, no dropped word or reportage yet
Not holding my breath, but so far so far
they are still on their toes, let's help them to stay on their toes.

and the fades scrawl in disparages
offended and wounded they lame along
plucking air to vilify inherent in falsehood clade
for strong distinct hue vividly contrasting insipid pallor
holds the sway in formidable stance glowing inspired prominence fades lives in faded visions always the pale imitation of the real deal

the less talented and weaker twin
over eons lustful in envy and born aggrieved
feds on blood and lives to lie maim cheats and steals
spawns of avaricious vampires whitened to **** from others
scouting everything on land sea and air to milk and **** in darkness
for the bloodless complexion of living ghosts schlep the curse of Cain

see thus their wailing and groaning
when the light of a true hued son of Abel shines forth
rages and jealousies of century descend as the shallows wade in
an adorned prince returns to haunt the weak and prodigal brothers
the fades in hateful and fearful possessions once again fade to black
the lights of Abel, Nehru, Mandela, Mohamed Ali and thousands others
haunts again in grace strong and proud in remembrance unfaded

We claim freedom to fantasize
to make it up as we go along
in fear we run from reality
and dance in make believe
we are soap-dodgers
who write soap operas
by us for us to us

You are amazing
wow! that was so hot
filling and so satisfying
wow! I never had it like that

You must have?
I swear, never ever
none has even come close
in past, just some small potion
forty seconds jerking and its over

Really?
I swear to you
don't even remind me
limp, unattractive, small
so irritating, you wanna shout
I just want it over, does nothing

You are addictive
I had the best ever time
I'm full but I just want more
You are amazing, simply the best

Just call me Pepsi, then...hahahah
hahaha
but its more than that though
you also have a wonderful personality
there are not a lot like you out there, if at all
Yeah..I am actually an alien, but tell no one please
hahaha..if I tell my girlfriends, you'll soon be a very tired alien
have you seen the merchandise out there, those tall pygmy things
all mouths no trousers, we call them, they'll hate the hell outta yer!

Why would that be?
well if you must know
Its because, you stand head and shoulder above them all
Hey! I thought it would be because I am Royalty, don't you think
hahaha...well, you certainly reach parts other can't reach, I tell you!

The Cons fed no rations...hahaha

The house breaking Burglars are Chris, Joan, Tom and Kelly
Ably assisted by Jim and Cindy, the black and white *******
who broke up their families, move in together, to **** each other
Life's too short, forget abandoned spouses, what the hell, ok
Then there's Linda, who's had three husbands in ten years
all leaving after a while, leaving her with two kids
to look after, what a palaver, where's a true lover
These ******* ****, use and take then do a runner
Her trust in ******* men ruined to pieces and no nookie

All dysfunctional lives, full of pain, angry at the world
Yes we're in Limehouse, but do we have to **** sour juice
They're all seeking to vent, seeking revenge for their miseries
Look that couple upstairs, always bright, styled like Vogue
neat and tidy, full of laughter, going places, yuppie cts
See quiet husband, walks like Bowie, with a kin of **** swagger
And the wife so cute and petite, drives the shiny Red Mini
He ***** her every night, I hear them, I tell you
Their skins glows, shines like the sun, too happy by half

Chris the Scot married to strife and bother
The criminal life is such wahala, police here and there
its hide and seek, no money, no nookie, no nothing
Well OK, there's Tennants and Special Brew to drown the blues
****** hubby again in Wormwood Scrubs serving ******* Majesty
Tom ain't stealing as much as father, have to beg next door again
Joan is ******* and ain't making no money, now in the duff
only fifteen, by ******* Nobby, from the Young ******* Socialist Brigade, Kelly is also ******* and only twelve, what a life
Ahh ....  life on the Estate is life in *******

Listen you all, here's the deal, here's the number
Those ******* Happy couple at number fifteen
Why ain't them struggling like us all, where's the cushty
You don't see them carping, the ******* are loaded,
Them knobs have it all, smiling and laughing like *******
Let put some fire up their *****, let's teach them street life
Hears they think they are royalties, let tax their ****** *****
I'll be the lookout, you kick in the ****** doors
Liberate their valuables, we'll all have a party

******* Nora, the quiet man has blown a frigging gasket
Says he gonna tell all we are crooks, gonna evict us, the fool
Go get the posse, go put out a contract, a ****** for the jump
We are Eastenders, born by Bow bells, and we look after our own
How ****** dare the toffee nosed tory, says I should go get a job
as if, working for honest gain is our thing, ****** idiot
Yes mate, the boys are out, the contract is on
Let's see Jackanory tell us a bleeding story
Hero to Zero is now playing at Roman Street market

Break them up, mash  them down, ruin their lives
lets play 'trading Places, see how the cts feels
I already see cool man strung up. dangling on a rope
How dare they live happy and comfortable
two wages, car, dining out, new attire every day
Come on Jim, Cindy, Linda, all go get your mates
There's work to be done, no time to play
We are the TUC, that's Thieves United Confederation
And we've got the ******* Red Boys in the Team

It's down Tobacco road for Mr Tory, the bleeding ******
Ain't no more laughter, we'll put them in the gutter
Lie and slander, defame and harass, topple Saddam
Get the ******* Red mill going, its round Robin time
How's yer father,  no more mate, not ****** likely for a while
Yer only leg-over is gonna be legging it to the Social Security
Its Dole time, pain and miseries for you sunshine
Sing a song of hate, pariah on a roundabout
Yer marathon man now mate, come meet the Red Devils

Here, They need no ******* introduction

the truth crushers on emergency call
quick as a bolt, out comes the dowsers
get to it fast, erase all, put out all those confirmations
it burns and hurts our ears, put it out before we die

Quick pour the falsehood on that flaming truth
bring out the slug of delusions, pour it on fast
erase it all, don't let it live, we don't want that around
it blinds us in it's brilliant glow, we can't handle that

Phone for the Truth Crushers Brigade, do it quick
don't let it spread, **** it quick, please hurry up
don't let it spread, it will **** our inspirations and drives
don't open our eyes, we do not court realities and facts
it's too painful for us, to know  about our adequateness

We cover every truth with lies and mockery
throw them out those harbingers of what is real
I don't want to know I'm three or four and another is 9
I hate to know others do better than me, let's all just lie
put out all truths, **** the truth it makes us so sick and pale

And they peep out of windows
some with binoculars waiting eagerly
as they never have anything better to do
and its the two moons they are waiting for
its makes their nights and keep fingers in fantasies
talk to the two moons I say for that's all I think of you
***** to ***** what else there to say to the backwards prying