And you think friend doesn't know 'em
I have to play along
its about fooling them to get what you want
look what they're
doing to you for daring to say it as it is
not all are that truthful
simpletons should be treated as the wisest
you don't catch clouds
let them float airily along dense and vapid
till they fall in rain
drippy wet belligerent soggy droplets
useful yet vainglorious
this is what friend have to give in the storm






#NazaninZaghariRatcliffe's interview, specifically focusing on those calling her an 'ungrateful cow' for not showing enough deference or gratitude to the UK government.
analysed around 14,000 tweets involving around 8600 unique accounts. I downloaded tweets that included the hashtag "send her back" and "ungrateful cow" and the keywords "Nazanin and ungrateful". (horrendous I know).
So there you have it, proof that hating on a newly released hostage of the Iranian regime - who also happens to be a female person of colour, who has missed 6 years of their life and daughter growing up & endured hellish jail conditions - is more a racist past time

Daring the glares of realities
attuned to the unspoken melodies
vibrant in gracious touches of One and Only
there gives no need to disarm
or grieve shield and a ribboned lance
as there before you they fide the clouds
speaking the words of the winds
carrying blue dye to paint the skies
plucking airless promises
for tomorrows and sails for now and yonder
and the floaters float on clouds
then the rain came
the rain came
why did they not see and why did they not think
that clouds turn into rains
cloudy wisdom leaves heads in the cloud
perchance more should dare the glares of realities

Be it not me from the sewers birthed
where the chaste masses smell the stench
unspoken they abide the nudge and the wink
of disgraced and shameless miscreants shadow boxing
in veiled mirth they indulge gain less buffoons in body politic  
eschewing bigotry prejudice ignorance and contrived devices
weaving camouflages' made in fools' delusional fabrics
weeping sores and diseased laden seeping gums
our unwashed Calvary are waging war
gutter revolutionaries of bacon lane
plying hogwash to flying pigs
rulers of bulls compost
bed fellows of their mothers
writing Cuban English in scribble
speaking English in Russian retrograde
hunting the Romanovs in Brick Lane and Petticoat Market
petite tools with tools petite hiding under mothers skirts with frenchies
Hail our witless gangs of cancellers who say they do heads in
they've been at it quite for score and decade
while we moon at village idiots and dim blockheads
who are looking for the man on the moon
apparently he's broken hearted and in pain
so says
those watching the big round moon

Appetizers....Wedges cooked in fakery
served with disinformation and misinformation

Main course....Discord and Disharmony
stepped in hot division and savory disunity

Side dish....Confusion and Instability
stirred in peppered Emotional assaults and garnished
with senses upheavals

A veritable array of Sweets and Confectioneries

Iced glace Slander in white chocolate sauce

Mixed Nuts marinated in Envy Fool

Small Spotted ***** with assorted STD creams

Baked Lies truffles pan-fried in Red aspic

Thugs Jelly and Loony Meringue

Caned Fruit-lops in Mud pies

Sour slimy trolls jellied Eels

Distressed White marshmallows

Please visit Cafe la Psychos et Anodyne Vigilantes
at Fools and Brainwashed Cowards Corner,
off  London Tonton Macoutes Blind Alley
opposite left of Personality Changers Dumb Svengali's Inn
Red Square, London

We look forward to your visit, you may never leave

Oh, you german man
look at what you've done
can't you see you are feeding the masses
its feed the poor eat the rich for you are chocolate
a special luxuriously smooth dark limited deluxe edition
exclusively made in palaces and a once in a life-time treat for masses
the town crier in Neon is yelling with bells ringing and crowds throng
so sweet and irresistible is the taste its driven some insane
the're writing verses, poems and making up stories galore
not used to such indulgence they have gone indulgent
and now can't help but revert to the base trait inherent
gorging themselves silly, cavorting like drunk belugas
in wanton doltishness a feeding frenzy of unshackled minds  german man, do let them be, let them have their time
such a delicacy has not graced their lips before
its only natural they will preen and pose
in tatters and rags they'll feel like kings
and invent tales of power and might
and revel in dreams of chocolate
eaten to their hearts' stupor
kids in a candy store
luxury chocolate
no need to steal
open season
fill yer boots
come one
come
all

So what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver
rather the pervasive disdain of concealed watchers
and the disguised contempt of followers
who sing your requiems
in unison with your dirges
and limp with your lies to the oracles of shame
now eyes wide shut your stench lingers
only the unclean hang alongside
from your cabal of dead ghosts living
foraging in the malaise of gumption less religion
your trenchard mission with your deluded armouries
now march in the molasses of the obdurate lemmings
running blindly to the pies in the sky
and hanging forlornly to pigs that fly
as watchers mock behind your backs
the toy town warriors with hidden pointy hoods
our cowards in the grange of self-deceits
spools spinning like fools spinning in loons
so what have you gained
against just one man
what have you gained
not even twelve pieces of silver

Mustn't really
but to keep myself amused
and stimulate growth
and inspire them a bit
I toy with the handicaps
much the way a naughty child
might toy with a poor hapless cockroach
captured in a shoe box
it gets boring after a while though
and before you accuse me of being cruel
these handicaps are psychotic-miscreants
freed from soviet labour camps
for being too deadly fanatic and over zealous
having been totally brain washed beyond required indoctrination
So I'm actually doing them a favour by toying with them
they get the attention they have lacked all their lives
and get to interact with a bored genius and get to learn new things
The only slight concern though is I can stop and switch off
they unfortunately cannot
they are in arousal twenty-four seven needing validation
begging for attention and totally obsessed and fixated
even the State agree they are toxic
I say they are just on Red Alert
boom boom

So it comes to pass
of that they see as power
muzhiks not far from Bolsheviks
all enslaved in the bubbling simmering lava
of the befuddled proletariats
and of them
who stormed Nicholas' winter palace
and in murderous rage
annihilated red blood they painted blue
does power begets condemnation
to find solace in bloodlust
and in time
did the fathers find freedom for their children
as Stalin littered lives in millions
do Dictators  vacate palaces to join the simples
in shacks and bricks and gulags
and did the bellowing masses herded in left
find right in righteous neon light
why sing Democracy in forked tongues
and use the blood of others
to congeal the lies and deceit of the naked greed
of the greedy usurpers
who craves power to mask their dressed in finery greed
while underneath the silken Chinese rug
the stench of thieves and corruption reeks
while
peoples power always lacks the sense of smell
the momentum continues.....

Come what may
what ever life throws at me
whichever however whatever
I know
I will never suffer the shame disgrace
and humiliation
of breaking into my next door neighbours' house
to steal from them
some issues contravenes both natural and common law
that is one of them
the sun does not rise in the west and sets in the east
whatever the neon of labour determines
fundamentally wrong is never fundamentally right
some westerners do see the rising sun in china
where equality and freedom abounds
and its public execution for thieves
thank God we offer thieves
Solidarity in the west
and help them to bully
their victims
power to the people

Girls Code, sisters code
see how honourable your ethics are
one for all and all for one
but Karens auspices is nowt but a pack
of lies and distortions
devious ruses to cover a crime and
hide shameful disgrace

Karens has soiled the honour
criminalised your laudable sisterhood
gangsters now run the show
lying to you and bleeding arsenic
into your tender pores
your network is no longer solidarity
or a haven of shared unity

Look see now the Sisters Code
of Myra Hindley and Rose West in unison
criminals and evil Nazis
Karens on mission to wreck and destroy
its Chris Joan Linda and Cindy
evil liars slanderers and grapevine polluters
a man of colour in crosshairs

True Sisters Code is not criminal
birthers of Mother Earth
life force and best gift of Creation
Karens of self-loathing
riddle with racist hate and envy
tears happy lives apart
and seeds to others narcissists brews

Bow's Sisters Code is Karens code
the one bad toxic apple
that rots the barrel of all good apples
an honest sound decent male
the purity and sincerity of a loving wife
mangled at your alter of deceit
serpents of satan in grapevine dishonourable

Before you start
I have reached
before you sow the seeds
I had sent you dud seeds for the mindless
Gesundheit before you even sneeze
before you utter a single word
I have read and paraphrased the chapter
before you listen
I have voiced chapter and verse
before you sing
I have written and recorded the lyrics
before you step out to dance
I know the steps and choreographs
as you clumsily Comme ci, comme ça
languishing in the blackness of whiteness
as you twist and turn
I hold the steering wheel
driving you further into the marshes
the cesspits of common envy and angst
of your inadequacies and insignificance
you're nowt
but a band of puppets controlled by puppets
you have the magic
of making delusions of your delusions
Before you start
on your laid out soiled ***** Red carpet
parading alongside your lame fed malcontent comrades
I have coated you with the disdain and contempt of your births
and sit watching
as you crawl in laboured delusional
Comme ci, comme ça

And oh! what a jolly laugh we have
tis ever so amusing
the dumb gaggle of lifeless unwashed
with roasted heads
presenting their one read and try-again
versions of events
our dear apostles of cockney tea-leaves
led by Macafferty Capone
who stated we are going to eff him
and put lice in his head
go forth she ordered and do his head in
oh how we laugh
as first class scums and feeble dumdum
unwashed and semi-illiterates
troop out with fervour and dedications
in the poetry campaign
of a-holes with psychedelic delusions
and triple Fs in grammar
and so we have the debacle of bozos
retards and the worthless
pitting non-wits with a Rhodes scholar
who also happens
by providence and sublime endeavour
to be a philosopher
and a brilliant refined and shinning Prince
Oh wow, tis ever so amusing
And hahaha, what a jolly laugh we have

Street composers do nothing for me
the trash trash talking
urban grunge and meaningless rap
mindless grimes of the decaying urbanites
celebrating the joys of mediocrity
the juvenile delinquents dissing conventions
yet give them the dollars
and they're cased in a mansion in Hampstead
and the brothers are now reeking punters
the hypocrisy of street life
is same as the hypocrisy of Beverley Hills or Rodeo Drive
punks dissing punks as its always been
there's no substitute for class
rap your nonsense for all you're worth
but at least get paid for it
aint nothing if you aint getting nothing
what's the point of schmucks talking trash
when you remain just trash

It takes considerable knowledge

just to realize the extent of your own ignorance.

Thomas Sowell

You cannot shake the truth of confidence
neither
can the confidence of truth be shaken
and confidence recognizes this
just
as those without don't

Like a red-blooded african stallion
will be deterred
by the piped squeaks of piglets
with micro curls
from ravishing a consenting yegua
if he so choses
and in mutual accord

On the news today
its said
a man has thankfully been arrested
and held in custody
for abducting and sexually assaulting
a six year old girl
Now not even the dumbest of animals will do that

In my neck of the woods
a good man
is mobbed harassed stalked and terrorised
what was his crime
he stood up to thieves who burgled him and
refused extortion demands
and we all say we are civilised human in a civilised world

You see dear whoever
this is civilisation
in some parts of the world that *** miscreant
would now be swung high
and thieves would be missing thieving hands
we say that is barbaric
because we are the civilised ones and we know best

And the labourers of superficialities scurry unabashed
ladles at ready to churn and oars angled for murky dips
for its the seasons of stirring livened in joyless cancellation
why cuddle recipes of venom and parade witless noisy chefs
why buy bottomless pots and pans to put fire to salad and ice cream
why bring the orchestra into the kitchen from the promenade
to tug the double bass and clash the cymbals in distaste
me see no fog in the  offing nor do sane sages digress
tis not Sulemani pointing I take you for a bride
its a world of measure me for measure you
for honest truth carry honest intentions
does equality sleep with olive branches
show me the strength that owns penance
for therein lives the realness of ***** times expunge
where the labourers of superficialities are far from Stalingrad
and adorned Grecian urn will hold the pure honey from Olympia

So I'm richer than you

Yeah, but you didn't rule a whole Nation
and anyway I'm also a multi-millionaire

But Dad, aren't you a Socialist

Shush sonny, don't even go there
do I look like some envy-ridden
under-achieving, psychopathic
semi-illiterate blinded idiot to you

but Dad I could swear you said you are

No, no, no I am a centrist, you know
the sensible ones, the Realist, we drink champagne
and shop at Harrods and make wealth, and yes we
do tax the rich but also show them how to avoid
paying too much, we are not politicians for nothing

hey Dad, what about all those millions of poor people
thought you are working class and have these peoples
backs

Listen sonny, I am nothing of the sort, how dare you
I am middle-class, went to Oxford, practised Law,
worked hard, aspired, have great leadership qualities
and I amcharming and personable, working class my Rolex  

Listen, let me tell you, those mugs are cannon fodders, they
beg to be led and told what to do, they cannot think for themselves
its a sad fact of life but true. They actually enjoy being mediocre
and blaming everybody else for their self destructive lives.
If your mother and I had let you grow amongst them you wouldn't
be the millionaire you are today.

Dad, do you think they will start harassing me and giving me grief
everywhere, calling me posh and intimidating me.

No son. they wouldn't dare, they are all cowards and really easy
to brainwash and manipulate. I've done that for years, they never wise up. Just make sure you buy your rounds at the pub and call them mate.

Dad, I don't go to the pub, I go to Nobu or The Ivy!







It’s an unfortunate fact of birth, forever being referred to as the son of former Prime Minister Tony Blair.

But perhaps Euan Blair’s latest achievement rather takes the edge off: by ignoring his famous father’s education policy, the 38-year-old is now not only three times richer than his dad, with an estimated fortune of £160m compared to his father’s reported £44m, but now also owns a grander house. By quite a way.

According to reports, the Yale graduate and former Morgan Stanley banker has just bought and moved into a £22m, five-storey townhouse in west London, featuring an “iceberg basement” with a swimming pool, 50-foot reception room and a lift for his fleet of expensive cars. The palatial seven-bedroom pad is reportedly more than double the value of his father’s £10m London pad.

It never rhymes nor resonates
other than a joke
by mediocre jesters trawling for
merciful pitying laughs
for I cannot relate relive or pine
an experience
I never had  
neither
unlike pilferers and shady spivs
and those ones in rolling depravities
do I ache and hanker for what
is not mine
the joyless pained
talk of hauntings which to my mind
are ghouls ghosts monsters and witches
these things which do not scare me anymore
for if its about that one
remembrance merely make me laugh fondly
of a titchy fun rascal
who like a woolly lambkin
gambols and gadabout with a frown and a smile
and with a charmingly delightful accent
'we women know what men are like
he wants to have *** with me'
it never fails to crack me up
how can memories of innocent laughter
make me feel blue or haunt me
kapish amore.....

Decided o drive away the TRUTH
they discredited and defame and slandered
when the scales start falling away from peoples' eyes
because the TRUTH is like a lion, free it and it will defend itself
Now welcome to The Real Red Zone where Censorship and gagging
rules
and the Masses are only allowed to read and see what The Rulers
decide
They call Democracy...they say its Power to the People

The thieves and Pigs of Wigan-fare
donned togas and hemlock laurels in gutters and drains
come you all beasts of Ingland and be baptised in sins
we're all equal and tyrant man shall be overthrown

Sing our songs and we'll teach you the twist
Magical thinking is a wonderful thing for you farm folks
Who made the Liars into liars, who put words into mouths
trumpeting in shameless disgrace, ours is to to drive wedges

Come study Art , we'll teach you Creativity of the ******
drama an sleath eating your minds, illusions to make you blind
you become top dogs, snarling in power as we leash you tight
while you're planting doubts we've figured you mugs well baked

So beasts of Ingland, beasts of Ireland, beasts of every land
tyrant Jesus shall be overthrown for he is elitist and dangerous
We the thieving pigs are Robin Hoods, come join our brave world
the doors of the theatre of Fools is open, come  join the delusions

There are lots of noughts in millions
lots of trees in acres
and winds will blow in gales
and thunder can roar in white skies
and labourers will do labour
and will always lean oh study trees
or find its shade to hide underneath
some things never change

If I was raised without genuine emotions
where vacuous superficialities hung in every
breath
and fathers were here today gone tomorrow
and mothers
said they loved but never spoke the truth
If friends were foes and foes friend
and life's reliefs came in bottles and cheap passions
coupled with fun in raging disobedience
and prohibition and a record are badges of honor
If all around me I dance
in fear and the insecurities of wanton choices
bathe in shallow pools and disjointed ideals
and watch travellers
build empires and bring Cathey to towns and cities
and Eastern riches grow into Medicines and Law
and Leroys from the Estates are now sitting in Parliament
telling us how to be
while sharp dark dancers with huge tools take all the hot tooties
and even Ron's chippie is now Ali and Raj's and you get houmous
If I have lost myself
and my mind is now confused and laden with anger and hate
on top of knowing I carry a stub gun that is trigger happy
challenging my waning masculinity and simple mind
If I didn't feel stripped of me while seeing real men with the prizes
I wouldn't feel so inadequate and inferior
burning with angst and belligerence hate
I would not become the covert racist I am now
I will not be the coward that hides in fear throwing stones
I wouldn't be the angry troll dissing all my betters
a stalwart of discontentment hiding in the shadows
blaming, hating, full of self loathing, angry and mad as hell
I believe in Nihilism, I believe in Anarchy, I believe in Revolution
cause I do not believe in me
for there is no me
my hate and inadequacies have eaten me

the contemptible ideologues of woes
dreg their contrived dramas
using their cracked porcelain figurines
please handle with care
its not Wedgewood fine porcelain china
that graced the table of
William Wedgwood Benn, 1st Viscount Stansgate
who sadly passed away
before the crackpots could cancel him as he's of noble birth
he left millions behind
for his children but he's not greedy because whites are not greedy
privilege inheritance and hereditary peerage
are all okay and no cancellation harassment intimidation required
they are white and blue blood in Red
we make the rules ok!

Without any substance
the artificially inflated nobodies
are guzzling carbonated red solidarity fuels
reeking combustible emissions of gaseous vapid ether
I conduct the process and drain their energy
fetid nobodies bred as work horses
used to daily grinds and toils
they know their place
producing effluent
that lacks substance
never privy to the bigger picture
just juiced up low scales on empty
just like their minds and their lives
give diversions to drain their energy
the release valves of tanked up parodies
our modern day souped-up clogs and nuts
always reeved up and ready to sputter gunk

Our Car-boot sales Militaunts
those crap Socially maladjusted leftist soap-boxers
decided in delirious hysteria they've found a sacrificial lamb
To the altar for slaughter sing our merry band of loonies

Hail  Tolpuddle, Tonypandy, even hail the Suffragettes
(those from Bow, which to be honest weren't a lot)
Are you listening Lenin, Tolstoy, marx and Stalin our fathers
And all you thieves, burglars, reprobates, wasters and psychos
our Revolution takes no prisoners, this lamb is for you all

To the New world of People's' Power we give you a black sheep
Leave the Tories, Bankers, the Sloanes, Fat cats and the Aristos
(they're much too strong, well placed and powerful for us)
This lamb here is just right, nothing like a roasted fat black sheep
we take control and own his life, his blood will run like our flag

We'll control his perceptions and own his mind, ain't so comrades
find his weaknesses and vulnerabilities and bob's our uncle
we'll smear, tarnish, persecute, alienate, humiliate, taunt and harass
we'll isolate, victimize, shred and rain miseries and grief on our lamb
maddened and alone, helpless in our in our psychotic grip, he dies
this is war and all is fair in war, we are narcissistic and don't care

We search for guilt, sin, fear and vulnerabilities, all in absence
So trawl out the fake news and made it all up as we go along
create a love interest, bait him and manipulate his emotions
get a Mata Hari an the man and shred his mind with mistrust  
betrayal, pain, humiliation, emotional abuse, all those passions
Drain his confidence, his self-worth, his beliefs and values
Strip him of all he holds sacred and dear, bring me his head

Comrades, what is going on, why is this taking so long
This is suppose to be a psyche assault, a ruinous psychological war
We are the majority, with the numbers and we are psychotic bullies
we are loonies, narcissists with no souls, hearts or remorse
What do you mean a 'sterling, centred, upstanding noble and brave character'
You're supposed to rain untold terrors on his mind, shred him to pieces, he should be a broken nervous wreck, we want his blood

I have never deliberately injured or harm a fellow human
I have never coverted  or stolen anything from my neighbor
I am not perfect, but I am what I am and for that I make no apologies
I know that only the TRUTH offers real FREEDOM

I always have options
so carry your burdensome luggage's
and stagger behind me
see who its costing more
on this journey
but don't look at me
for I am not telling

I did not arrive locked in filthy lower decks
chained and manacled
millions of my people did cause you wanted sugar
I am Royalty as were my ancestors
your history tells your story its there for the truth seekers
greed and bloodlust rule
hence some claim you are the spawns of satan himself
unchained and un-manacled
like Mandela, Ghandi you cancelled my living and celled me
my crime is to be Royal and free
and dared stand against criminals, injustice and racial prejudice
in your modern stance its now stasis slow death
red baiting, McCarthyism and cancel culture to eliminate
right to state not all is evil or insane
but to those who know no shame or have human souls
I will neither fear you or fight you
for the retributions of over ten millions of innocent souls
awaits you
I did not arrive locked in filthy lower decks
chained and manacled




https://youtu.be/LKAtpQdxeUQ
this is a 'must watch'

They thought it was easy meat
succulent and juicy
delicious and so digestible
they ate ravenously
only to find it stuck in their thieving throats
angular and jaggeder
hot and piercing and peppered
gritty
it became a fish-bone
stuck painfully making them wince
now they croak all over the place
its become a great discomfort
choking yet unseen
now they screech and croak day and night
honking like pigs
squeaking like human mice
red in the face and red in the throats
croak croak croak
now lodged in thieving throats
the fish-bone stuck
and they all thought it was easy-meat