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there was a little cat and his name was bob
he just love to burgle always on the rob
he would rob the rich and give to those ineed
a very friendly cat a thoughtful cat indeed

climbing up the drainpipes he was very fit
with his torch and sack his little burgle kit
getting in through windows that were left ajar
a proper little thief a litttle burgle star

roaming round the house to see what he could find
that would help the poor he was very kind
looking through the draws and the wardrobes to
searched in every room like the burglers do

then he would get his ***** put it in his sack
wiping off his finger prints not leave his track
then off to help the poor the little cat would go
donating all his ***** gave there hearts a glow

now his deed was done just like robin hood
he had helped the poor just like he said he would.
then he fell asleep tired now was he
happy and content as happy as can be
there was a little cat and his name was bob
he just love to burgle always on the rob
he would rob the rich and give to those ineed
a very friendly cat a thoughtful cat indeed

climbing up the drainpipes he was very fit
with his torch and sack his little burgle kit
getting in through windows that were left ajar
a proper little thief a litttle burgle star

roaming round the house to see what he could find
that would help the poor he was very kind
looking through the draws and the wardrobes to
searched in every room like the burglers do

then he would get his ***** put it in his sack
wiping off his finger prints not leave his track
then off to help the poor the little cat would go
donating all his ***** gave there hearts a glow

now his deed was done just like robin hood
he had helped the poor just like he said he would.
then he fell asleep tired now was he
happy and content as happy as can be
Houses sitting condemned, taking up the view
while the old guys sit sipping forties in forty degree
temperatures facing the wall so the wind doesn't burn
their faces too much in what could be called a modest December.

They turn their back to the guy hiding bags of rock
in his lips to avoid detection from the cameras posted
on both street corners. This place is set to a constant sneaking
violin pluck. We are all capers in a burgle commune.

I hung up a tarp today so the stray cats can hide from the wind.
In one stanza, January has set in and it is bitter to the bone.
We summoned the name of old man winter from repetition and
no one man may hold that burden. The ***** only warms their blood.
Yenson Mar 2019
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar moll:  You dare say you're going to organise a petition to evict us, aha, who do you think the ******
country belongs to?

ME : you are a bare-faced thief, how can you steep so low as to burgle your neighbour, after all we've done for you and your lot. From you
moed in over three years ago, there's been over twenty burglaries on the Estate. Police always at your door, your husband always in prison. I don't understand what you mean by Country belonging,
what do you mean.

Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll: I know I am not black and
you can't do anything to evict us. Just watch yourself, you're going to be taught a lesson, you wait and see.

ME : Yeah! you're going to send your hoods round to beat me up or
maybe steal my four wheels like you did before, what are you gonna do, **** me! I have done nothing wrong, I am not a ****** thief!

Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll :  Ah! just you wait, just you wait and see. We are going to do your head in, chuck mud at you, you ****** fool. we will hound you even into the hole of any woman, we will put ants in your head, we will drive you paranoid, you black man!

ME : I am not scared of you, let me tell you that, a thief, a drunkard, a scrounger and a Racist, what a lovely human being you are. I am going to report you.

Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Haha..and I am going to steal the match on you, you don't know what you and your wife are in for, we are sorting you out, sunshine!

ME : You don't need to steal a match, I'll gladly give you matches to light yourself up, I hope you and your thieving gang go up in flames!

Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar :  Say goodbye to your life man,
nothing is ever going to be the same anymore. You will never be able to trust anyone again from now on..haha!

ME : How rich, a bare-faced crook talking about trust, what do you know about trust, I am not a thief and as you ****** know I live a lawful and blameless life, so carry your ****** threats and go stuff it. You do not frighten me one bit, you're a mean and racist crook!

Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Somebody is in for the jump and its not me. Soon, somebody will wish they were dead and it's not me either, that's all I'm saying, man!

ME : Yeah, go get your gang, come and **** me, you can see I am shaking and trembling already. Hopefully, we all on this Estate will be rid of you and all the undesirables you bring here, we are fed up of you all!

Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ha..! all I'm saying is, Bye bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....haha, Gangster departs singing,
Bye-bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....hahaha...hahaha,,bye-bye
Blackbird....!!!
If you want to drive someone paranoid, do not tell them w1hat you are going to do, better still, do not live the sort of life where you'll need to drive another blameless innocent human paranoid..
Anu Oct 2018
The signpost on the right side of my heart reads;
“Do not sing songs that will sink into the silence that dwell in my soul.”
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for sailors attempting to visit.
Only sail across for the deck of my feelings is broken.
The void of the last burgle is yet to heal
so read and adhere to what you see.

The signpost on the left side of my heart reads:
“first five feet farther from site will help facilitate reconstruction.”
It is written in bright Bodoni with white ink
solely scripted for curious pedestrians.
Only use the pedestrian walkway for the bridges are broken.
The damage from the last earthquake is yet to be fixed
So read and adhere to what you see.

The signpost on my heart reads:
“Stay safe and sound till the next storm swings.”
What do you think?
A Chinese
lawyer he's
existent that
baldly wishes
his FoE
with big
kong will
only burgle
liars  to
sell their
goods at
market if
he'd wise
the climate
by dawn
or else
heed abroad
A Ming Dynasty
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Elephant calf from its mother they'll burgle;
When both will be busy roaming the jungle.
Tied with the rope baby elephant will cry;
To break the rope again and again it'll try.

Its body will not have strength to set it free.
The rope will injure its flimsy leg and knee.
It'll become quiet, won't be heard its cries.
It will only look at jungle with tearful eyes.

Now it'll slowly start eating below the tree.
It'll think about wounds and won't try to flee.
Days will pass till it becomes very strong.
It will have very huge body and tusks long.

It'll work near the jungle which won't be far.
But will remember the pain and see the scar.
It will have immense strength but no hope.
It will break huge trees but not the old rope.
Haylin May 2018
Razors;

Just one
slash on the skin
and enough
blood will gush out
then it’s finished
you’re free
and dead

Poison;

Easy, not
one sweat would
drip from your skin.
Just drink
nonstop—
don’t pause to
catch a breath
because you wouldn’t be
needing it.

Choking;

A lot effort,
but will definitely do.
You will need some
time with yourself
and only you.
Tie the most beautiful
knot you could do,
then hang yourself
like one of your
favorite clothes.

Pills to sleep;

One,
two,
three—
doesn’t matter how many.
Drink it all,
and you will fall
deep asleep
and wouldn’t feel it hurt.
It’s just like
overcoming a nightmare.

Intentional Accident;

Wander around
the dark, quiet highway.
Sit for a while and
maybe write a little.
Look around, say,
"I’ll miss you."
And then by now
maybe a car in a hurry
would hit you.

Drowning;

Oh, how calm the
sea looks like.
Would I bother its
sleeping time
if I jumped in it
and hugged it
tight?

Trigger, pistol, gunpowder;

Daddy had a pistol
hidden in his drawer.
He said he would use it
if some bad person
tries to burgle.
He only knows of
one kind of bad person.
He never suspected
he was living with one.
Antony Glaser Apr 2017
Listen to the fallen,
gusts of wind
every one of them.
Once bright buttons
who hid their fear.
Now listen to the burgle
blowing the carrion call.
A dance with death
caught them unawares.
Rows and Rows of poppies
bloom alongside the scared land
this sulphur stretch
a magician once  dreamed of.
Yenson Mar 2019
All I have to do

is look back and smile
I am not a thief, never stolen from anyone
never so damaged, criminal and undignified
rendered disgraceful enough to burgle my neighbour
a white in a whiteland without the adequacy to survive
due to wasted opportunities, lacking intelligence and drive
becoming a drunk with a hedonistic style while others make hay

All I have to do

is see the truth and smile
I made good use of my opportunities
used my mind and built enough to uphold my self-respect
never stole or misappropriate or wasted myself in a drunken haze
walk a straight path and paid my dues, worked hard and progressed
treated others as I would expect others to treat me fairly and on merit
no shame or guilt on me for I wronged no one and did no borrowing

All I have to do

is watch as envy and hate burn
from those with inadequate lives and feelings of inferiorities
weak pathetic losers whose shame and disgrace turns them toxic
consumed by the fire of envy and jealousy, in dire pain of insecurity
self-loathing turns them into maniacs, hating all that stands for good
mad with hot rage all their passions becomes to destroy and damage
to spread their miseries, project their pain, share their frustrations

All I have to do

is pray for their broken lives and spirits
in me they see the benefit of able education and good breeding
reminding them of their under-development, pettiness and ignorance
my strength and fortitude challenges them and flames their irrationalities
and without the balance and consciousness of guided maturity
they can only be what they are, mindless yobbos, hooligans and thugs
hate mobs baying and crying, immature ignorants and cheap bullies, a brainless rabble, toxic maladjusted cowards.
HATE- it starts small, they spread lies and distortion, that blackman is loaded and stopping us from eating, that muslim is wearing a hijab, that asian has too many shops, that Polish is taking our jobs, they spread their hate, corrupt others and before you know it we have New Zealand.
Better woke and see
Yenson May 2019
The thing though is this
men, women, children even terrorists
are dying at sea, hungry cold and desperate
all fleeing war, oppression and lack of opportunities
the whole of Europe is in uproar, we are being overrun
but refugees are deaf, for to them they are going to earth's paradise
none seeks to rob or steal, just shelter, peace and any job at all to earn

The thing though is this
make as much excuses as you like
blame birth, class, location, socialization and chances
a white working class family, with Welfare and other benefits
who then chooses to drink all day and steals and robe to manage
in a kingdom that millions know provides for its inhabitants always
call it judgmental but that thieving family are truly nothing but scums

The thing though is this
face facts and reality and not fantasy
life is hard, rich or poor, we all have crosses to bear
yes, some are fortunate and have easier rides, its all a toss
most know its all about working honestly just to survive and feed
so why decide to drink benefits and then go burgle others who work
if not a lowdown ***** ****, a disgraceful shameless pride-less loser

The thing though is this
I spoke up and I will do it again, simple
Ruin my life, isolate me and bully and torment me all you like
I still have my pride, my integrity and my honor for am no thief
I am no white with opportunities to survive who becomes a burglar
in a kingdom where there's help for the needy and chances to earn
Men, women n children are dying for the merest basic opportunity

The thing though is this
Harass me and run me out of town
for speaking truth that thieves are workshy disgraceful scums
scroungers, drunkards, wastrels abusing the system and workers
who sweat and toil and keep on the straight and narrow always
I did and never took a penny in Welfare until the gang-stalkers ills
the thing is this, you can do your worst, own the stench of your guilts
Yenson Oct 2019
She said: "It's hard. I don't think anybody can understand that.

“In all fairness, I had no idea, which probably sounds difficult to understand. But when I first met Harry, my friends were so excited, my US friends were happy because I was happy.

But my British friends, they were sure he was lovely, but they said I shouldn't do it because 'the British tabloids will destroy your life'. Because I'm American I very naively didn't get it. It's complicated."

“I never thought this would be easy. But I thought it would be fair and that’s the part that’s really hard to reconcile.

"When people are saying things that are just untrue and they have been told they are untrue, but they are allowed to still say them,

I don't know anybody in the world that would feel like that is OK, and that is different from just scrutiny."

Wait Meghan, for they will soon come burgle and steal from you
and then proceed to blame you for their crimes and all their inadequacies.

They will defame and slander you, as you been warned, they are sadists who rejoice at ruining lives.
They will drive a wedge between you and H, and can easily drive you both apart. pray to God this doesn't happen

They will isolate you and deter with lies, treats and chicanery any
friends from being with you.

They killed H,s mother and then brought the biggest piles of flowers in the world and shed crocodile tears
Millions are good, just and fair but the ****** sadists inadequate corrupt, criminal, bullies are the bad apples that spoil the barrel,
They turn the good bad and tell them it democracy and you and H
are parasites to be exterminated

Filled with irrational hate, they can never see the good you do
theirs is to divide and cause strife, pain and miseries
In it, the Prince said he would not be "bullied" into "playing the game"
Yenson May 2020
Men, women, the teens with jutting *******
they put the chains round their necks
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
In the mouldy dank cargo hold on galleons
rawhide tether their necks to rusty deck rings
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
In the strangest of land with the strangest of faces
the mother and father of cold harmattan winds blows
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
In cotton fields and plantations where dogs were better treated
and strong strapping men were ******* and bull-whacked
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
When temptations overcomes female gentries into forbidden ways
or the hued rock hard beasts dared refusal and fingers are pointed
the lynching party marches to the sycamore trees
hapless wild beasts are for stringing high
they could not breathe
they could not breathe
When you fool yourself you have freedom, liberty and equality
and you are arrested and as is proper, they kneel on your neck
you cannot breathe
you will not breathe
When they see a black Prince, regal, distinguished, accomplished
they will try to extort money from him, they will burgle him
And if he fools himself that he has rights and stands up to them
they will slander you, defame you, demonize you, harass you They will hound you, humiliate you, torment you, isolate you
and mob you from dawn to dusk
until you cannot breathe
until you cannot breathe..........
Yenson Feb 2019
WE...
Chris Macafarty and Family, (Joan, Tom, Kelly)
Criminal Burglars and East-End Crooks Extraordinaire
AND ASSOCIATES....Linda, Cindy, Bill and our
Underground Militants and Nefarious Gangs Family

WOULD

Like to thank you all our Supporters and gang members
for your help and unstinting devotion and endeavours
to our Insane Psychotic Vendetta to totally destroy and ruin
the life of that innocent Black man

Please accept our thanks and applause
So far we have successfully destroyed his career
We have ruined his pristine spotless reputation
We have isolated him completely with no support
And our campaign of relentless torment, taunts and bullying
progresses unabated. Well done to all of you!

Please remember to continually maintain the hazing programme
The Push and Pull must be maintained,
the ceaseless raining on his parade must be maintained.
The trolling must be maintained with added poison

We are doing some Perception Connectivity
(Whatever good that does is yet to be seen as the MAN doesn't
seem to be noticing or able to understand what perceptions
are connecting to what, where or who )
Anyhow.....  
The psychological assaults and demoralisation must be maintained
And please do not forget the sabotaging.

We must however at this stage express our astonishment
that this MAN has not committed suicide or hospitalised yet
Imagine we have been at this from 1986.
This is unheard off and we have put our best criminal minds
to this contract.
We do not blame you, our dear devoted Supporters
We solely put all the blame on Tungsten Granite Mr C Kent.
As we have done from the minute we robbed him.
He shouldn't have been a decent, lawful, hard working person.
He shouldn't be so successful and shiny and upright.

So, we the crooks, criminals and low life scums
of Poplar, East London
once again thank you our dear devoted Supporters and contacts
You are the salt of the earth and together we will rid ourselves
of this parasitic innocent MAN.

Keep up the good work (even though you've been at it for yonks)
Remember OURS is the biggest GRAPEVINE and we RULE.
Down with the Black oppressor

WE Thank YOU the PEOPLE! Viva, viva la take down and shake down!!!

(Please let us know of any law-abiding cultured, progressive
black man or family in your area, to burgle and destroy and take down)

Signed
Chris Macafarty, Linda, Cindy, Bill and All fellow Criminals.
East London Chapter,
Yenson Sep 2019
they say my life is bad
I am suffering, I know no happiness
I am in a circus, sentenced to infinite hell
I just think
I am not a white shameless and disgraced enough
to go break into a neighbor's flat
and steal from them in a society where opportunities abound
you are low **** enough to burgle a neighbor
Nothing and I mean nothing will make me that them
they are Chis, Joan, Tom, Kelly McCafferty of Bow east London
Their racist helpers are Cindy, Linda, The Thomases, Mrs Withers
and the local mob and our Anachist Liars.
Everyone please give a resounding Cheers to them all
Hip Hip Hooray!!!...
Yenson Aug 2022
Oh dear pure Aryan brother
you did not do this the stylish way
what you should have done, as we do down here
is
first you start borrowing money from that  f--king neighbour
but make sure you don't pay anything back
just say your giro hasn't come

then send your teenage daughters to the f--king neighbour
if he bites the bait
you're in the money, blackmail is good business
if he doesn't then more direct action is required
intimidate the f--king neighbour
leave racist leaflets outside his door, vandalize his car
then go for the jugular

dear Aryan bro, you burgle the f--king neighbour
at this point, he will protest, like yours did in the clip
once you've riled him into shouting back at you
you've nailed the f--king neighbour, bro
that's the cue to label him mad, Jekyll and Hyde, wife-beater
it sticks easily, we know they're easily prone to violence

Get the gang out, important this, get the gang out
we look after our own, they will sort out f--king neighbour
the gang will twist everything
slander, misinformation, harassment, intimidation, stalking
humiliation, career ruination, marital breakup, isolation
tell you dear Aryan bro, that f--ker will wish he was dead

Over here bro, we do things the covert ways
you don't go gun slinging deddiroo doo
see the heat you're getting now
here we mobilise, we even use his own against him
we make him the villain and discredit the f--k outta the f--ker
and even get his own kind to deal with him
just smile at them and pat them on the heads
or dangle one of our maidens in front of them, they can't resist
most are ruled by their *****

Listen bro, we're so clever, we Culturized Democracy
so don't be too ******* yourself
Next time contact us and leave things to us
that f--ker will not only be jobless, friendless and poor
he also will never f--k a woman ever again
and you know how crazy they are about that......


https://youtu.be/qqMW9pii-Y4
https://youtu.be/qqMW9pii-Y4
Antony Glaser Nov 2021
An anxious rain invigorates the morning,
sound the burgle!
Autumn's fruit is falling,
like a beat of a drum.
Drystone walls murmurs
their ancient story
over the coppiced lined hills,
where ancient oaks stand stocially
amongst the wistful stars.
Yenson Apr 2020
It was the perfect storm
the Miners strike had ingloriously abated
Scargill and co had taken a pasting
the Reds were incensed, militancy incandescent with rage
M. Thatcher in ascendancy
in East neck of my woods
a new wave of yuppies were buying up properties
the nouveau riche had arrived, the City was booing
the East end was ending south, the natives weren't going west way
and to cap it all
words on the grape-vine
a black rich Prince was living amongst them
living the life, exploiting the disadvantage, taking food from babies
yes! we have a scapegoat here and we know he can't fight back
Lets go get 'em....This is class war, this is war
If you don't know it, you better know it now
Thieves, gangsters, Extortionists and racist have connections
they're called 'wise guys' because they know the juice is in darkness
the devil has the  best stories because it know not the constraint of truth
Mama Capone and the gang Nefarious plus **** Bobby
have called in favours, the net-work activated
we look after our own down here, someone is going to loose arms and legs
this is Class War, the Leftist were not going to take this laying down
Our Guardian reading black yuppie couple were indignant
well I was, the Mrs was now comatose
How can crooks try to extort money from us, burgle us and then start harassing, hounding and terrorizing us
This is England, this is a civilized Nation with the Rule of Law
this is not some Dodge city in the Wild West of 18th century USA
I knew nothing, I believed in fairy tale and Father Christmas
I had at last discovered that the ubiquitous leech I mentioned earlier
was my good-self, something that I would never countenance
in a million years
I had studied earnestly, worked hard to pay for my education,
never took any welfare benefits, was law-abiding, respectful.
cared about others and my community, helped others, gave freely
yet I am now
an arrogant leech, a parasite, a germ, this privileged pompous 'I Am' with a sense of entitlement,..all these courtesy of Red propaganda and worse still, a snitch, a grass who threatened to tell all about the thieves next door and **** Bobby, who assault under-age girls ...
My God In Clear Heaven, are you seeing what is happening here?
Mama Capone has said she was going to steal the match on us
that I was going to be erased and destroyed
I had laughed, ain't done nothing wrong I replied  
How was I to know that under white fleecy clouds you do not need
to do anything wrong to be guilty of the most heinous crimes
You just need to be a quiet decent aspirant black
who would dare stand up to bullying thieves and gangsters
they said I did 'not stand a chance'
This is Nature versus Nurture, whatever they mean
On walls around, Graffiti appears 'Class War Anarchy'
somebody was getting a roasting and pasting and basting
a promising decent life was walking towards the gallows
the masses were crazed with blood lust
Mama Capone was grinning from ear to ear
Yenson Nov 2023
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.
Red-baiting, also known as reductio ad Stalinum and red-tagging (in the Philippines), is an intention to discredit the validity of a political opponent and the opponent's logical argument by accusing, denouncing, attacking, or persecuting the target individual. The phrase, red refers to the color that traditionally symbolized left-wing politics worldwide since the 19th century, while baiting refers to persecution, torment, or harassment, as in baiting.
Yenson Jun 2020
I was seven going on to eight
aside from the occasional biscuit
taken from the cookie jar I knew nothing
about stealing

At my Convent school
all the Teachers were nuns
gleaming and whiter than white
told us a lot about Jesus and all he did
for all of us

One day before lunch break
Mother Superior who was the Headmistress
walked into our classroom with a young girl in tow
around her neck was hung a banner 'I am a Thief' it read

That young girl looked so ashamed
tears raining down her eyes, she shook & reddened
we were asked to boo her as Mother Superior called her bad
she had taken what did not belong to her and stealing is wrong
we booed as she was marched to all the other classes to be shamed

I knew from that moment
without a shadow of doubt I would never steal a thing
and will always stick to the straight and narrow and do right
looking back  it was a cruel and mean thing to do but what a lesson

I still see that poor crying child
still feel her shame & the boos & jeers of us others
worse was the public humiliation & playground taunts thereafter
that poor child never lived it down & a year after left the school

It traumatized her and me also I suppose
for I  make sure at all cost never to steal or take whats not mine
so imagine how I feel when thieves burgle me & then unashamedly
turn the tables round and try & make me the subject of humiliation

I have done nothing wrong so stand in truth
each and everyone in their camp is that poor fearful little girl
scared witless, desperate, ashamed, lonely, humiliated & disgraced
never to feel comfortable and accepted among-st peers again

I can see why these disgraced thieves and racist rogues
are sso desperately projecting all their fears and angst at me
angry, humiliated, in deep fear they need to blacken and destroy
these disgraced children with the banner round their necks
" I AM A THIEF" yes and they wear it in their minds for ever...........
Yenson Mar 2020
Off course it was destined to happen
when you have some do-gooder saps next door
they keep on borrowing money you don't pay back
you break their door down and they did nothing
you harass, you put **** on their dogs, you vandalized their car
they rose above it all, who the hell do they think they are
then you put the 'shake down on them and they laughed
com'on, what else to do, you go in for the ****

So it came to pass
cold January morning
went out for the  dailies, Mrs had left for work
barely 20 minutes gone, from the street could see our front door ajar
Oh, forgetful Mrs, probably forgot something, had dashed back
got nearer, no car in usual parking space, run upstairs
all the electronics gone, money left on cabinet gone
new triple-system video gone, we've been robbed
Never been burgled before, a very new experience to me
do people actually do things like this, wow, unbelievable
in early morning daylight as well, wow. oh dear, what the f--king hell
mobiles not yet small portables thing, landline ripped out
wow, wow, wow I went from room to room
then went out to the veranda outside
guess who's there smirking, Mama Capone herself
well people, I am cool, but this was now a step too far

I lost my rag and exploded
how dare you effing cheap common thieves burgle us
how could you be so base, ungrateful, gross and vile
look at you, you don't work, spend yours effing day drinking
and drugging while people like us go out to earn an honest living
you are a scrounger, a total waste of space, a total disgrace
how ****** dare you, you ungrateful amoral trash
and more
it was double barrel stuff, I saw red, I bent over backwards
to live and let live
I have given all I could, I had been generous and charitable
and this pounce think they can do this, no way
I told her her story and it wasn't a pleasant read

To say she was shocked was an understatement
they had only known this cool quiet fellow and his small dainty wife, who looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth
they expected a cowered man, softened up by their antics
They got a Mau-mau warrior in full pelt, a Tiger roaring thunder  
I was mad, I wasn't having this no more
( it has since gone down in folklore history, they all talk about his temper )
with me its easy, its don't trouble trouble or if you do, then
expect trouble to trouble you, right back

Mama Capone suddenly realized you can't judge a book by its cover,
She went ashen white you could see the shock in her eyes
she was shaking and trembling
but Mama Capone recovered enough to mutter something about
its Bobby,she stammered, I was still effing and blinding in her ugly face
I am going to have you evicted, I said, you and your family
have been nothing but trouble from the minute you arrived

You're the foreigner. Mama Capone replied, you are the one
that's going to be sent back to your jungle, the racist ***** replied
but it was days before Hate Crime Laws, it was not today
East London in those days had '**** Out' on all walls
Asian kids were harassed and beaten up regularly, Asian men
went out in pairs and never walked the street at night,
black men carried cutlasses and were mostly belligerent

I, carried a copy of the Guardian and never experienced Racism
I was everybody's friend, was colour blind, I was just that kind of guy
Until now...until now.....until now
More was to come, I had stood up and called out thieves and gangsters, now, I was told I was going to be taught a lesson
in the University of Life

Mama Capone had scuttled off into her hovel, shaking and trembling
In a red mist, I went to look for a Public phone to call the Police
and my wife
Now...the dye is cast....its war
but not my war!

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