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Yeah yeah
the clocks go back tonight
I expect those crooks down in
Westminster might
try to use that against us.

My inside connection tells me
that they're out at the next
General Election,
and they'll be
collecting their 'well earned'
which they earned burning us.

anyway
an hour extra doesn't hurt
does it?
Lies, lies, lies.
These days lies look quite like flies,
Like some kind of mini, mean and messy destructive beasts.
Yes.  Lies are flies. They're perchy and *****.
And like lies, flies probably remind us
Of what happens when something is wrong, when something is dead and decaying.
I see a lot of flies these days.  
They're even more on social media.
Many, many, many, many of them,
Flying about.
Some are really huge too.  
Huge, irritating and poisoning like those green flies in cesspits.  
But it seems only a few people seem to care how flies have started living with us, completely normal.
We used to have nets and fliesicides to put them away.
But now, we seem to rear them and have them  live even inside our souls.
So you see them in homes
You see them in offices,
You see them schools,
You could see them more in churches
No matter how clean everyone and everything and everywhere seem to be.
Flies, flies, flies here and there flies, or lies.  
It makes you wonder what is
Dead and decaying and smelling around us.
Well, many things are dead
Moral is dead
Faith is dead
Discipline is dead
Godliness is dead
Patience is dead
Conscience  is dead
Tolerance is dead
Love is dead
Dead, dead, dead.
Dead and decaying!
Tom Balch Oct 2018
What It Was Like
( In The Trenches )

Sandbags riddled with bullet holes made up
the parapet, and barbed wire protected the
trenches which were waterlogged knee deep in
mud and stinking from overflowing cesspits.

Every soldier was infested with lice and from
this, many were suffering the severe pains of
trench fever. The cold wet and unsanitary
conditions were causing trench foot, this in
a lot of cases led to amputations.

Over the top "No Mansland" an inhospitable
wasteland of craters and blackened tree stumps.
The burnt out remains of buildings added to the
eeriness of this desolate hell on earth.

Brown and black rats in their thousands
were feeding on the bodies of the dead,
which were then exposed from their shallow graves.
The air was filled with the smell of cordite
and the sickening odour of poisonous gas.

Death was the trenches companion day and night
from the snipers bullet, artillery bombardment,
gas and disease. That’s what it was like.

So was it any wonder that on that Christmas morning
the troops from both sides laid down their arms
and walked out into no mansland, shaking hands,
exchanging cigarettes and chocolate, showing
photographs of their families, and wishing each
other a “ Merry Christmas ”
and guess what, they even played football.
Yenson Jul 2020
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
Yenson Feb 2022
Passed down family recipe
from the woebegone
freshly manufactured daily without fail
natural home grown ingredients sourced from accustomed pits
fertilised in envious surroundings
best cesspits and organic muck and manure
by proven certified growers with a lifetime of personal experience
our deranged expert Western manufacturers
the retrograde new age sheep of modern Animal Farm
baying and baba-baaing power to the sheep
a parody of irony lost in a riddle of mystery aligned to delusions
and we see their lamentations
and how they starve from poverty of common sense
and cremate truths to praise ignorance
and see black in black and right in white
and the shame of their guilt leaks their woes
a fertile source of grieves for the woebegone
born into the family businesses
the best and biggest retailer of woes are us
but we give it out for free
Yenson Dec 2018
My words sear into their non minds
and they devour them hungrily clinging on every letter
It drags out minds from cesspits, give them a reason to be
they have to impress their superior, they have to up their game
but the delusions of  insignificance is but the only creative offerings

Fixated, obsessively propelled vacuous mental minions
Shamefully aware of their inadequacies furiously scurry into mud
Lowscales army with chips Kalashnikovs open fire with white *****
Too dumb to know in their trailers that white **** is their soul on fire
Come beg me and I'll consider giving you an acre to build a shack

How it pains to be poor when  money is your God
Lacerating unbearable wound when ravens and crows have more
And you a magpie stealing and scrounging landless in your birthright
Reduced to sticking pins in black inedible potato wishing dire tidings
Pathetic pitiful victims on ladders rung unable to climb and rise good

Keep that love in poverty that warms your sorry souls
Make love and don't forget to pay your taxes as you **** away
Keep your chains and padlocks well oiled a reminder of olden times
Only now the chains are for you as you retch watching golden crows
Or type doom and destructions with bitter fingers as landed brother looks down on you.......
Adapted from a poem by Chinese poet..Yu som Poo  and  famous Tunisian
poet .... Kisma Aiyss
Yenson May 2022
The idea came in a flash
or so it seemed
see how from rays filled morns
to dusky fetching nightfall's
there are hordes cursed to see nowt
but the bad and woeful sides of life
with minds that claims gutters as homes

Entertaining in cesspits
bathing in slurries and muds
like mud larks and swine's
the first class losers of our times
entombed in the cacophony of gain less disarray
the dead minds of the mindless
resurrected in the damaged and afflicted
hoping with *****'s staffs and cloth in cowards rags
baying negativities and woebegone
from here to kingdom gone

So the idea came in a flash
its the age herds and lemmings
drinking at the Serengeti of neurotics
so lets create an instagram account
welcoming lepers and basement moaners
come ye cowards and sados
narcissists and sadists needed
loonies slack jawed dribblers and tin heads
soap-dodgers and undatables all welcome
this is your nirvana
your ancestorial sewage disposal bin
hashtag
Losers will hate
Yenson Aug 2019
To answer is to dignify the parables of Sodomites
who dwell in the cesspits and speak shitte
for when they see their aimlessness tear asunder
they scurry and tarry tossing logs in their ailing fires
the laughable painful reminders of goods never brought
the scurrilous plans thwarted before it germinated

left ostrich eggs on the Botox a missed faces of ants and maggots
with borrowed pygmies' brains and delusions Babylons lost
their anxiety raised as they wait in frustrated tension
for a lead to give meanings to the mundanity of the lowlifes
A palace acknowledgement is a prize highly sought  
offering relevance to sons and sisters of the commoners

Oh, how hard it is for fools to accept they play a foolish hand
already with no wit, its wounding to let all know it all a dud
more over alas, why must the bright always shine
their uselessness and constantly having eggs on faces is a drag
they said in numbers we thrive but all they do is hop and dive
fools on parade, talking **** getting banged to nothing

hahaha these little pigs went to market
These little piggies want to play Trading places,
Our little piggies has red and trotted with Tolstoy and Trotskyism. ,
Them little piggies lost their brains in sausages and mash,
These little piggies wasted, money energy and efforts in folly *****,
And these little piggies cry "wee wee wee" all the way home
why doesn't the enemy fall and we are always running and doing
stupid things
hahahaha.....hahaha....because you have no minds of your own, that's why.........
Rather than improve your minds, you spend your time full of hate
hahaha......hahaha......hahaha...you came fourth in the election...!
too busy hating the jews and one black man.....are we??
Yenson Aug 2022
I **** them to nonsensical rhymes
and stir them to reveal the cesspits of their thoughts
I shake them into frenzied delusions
and rent-free I park in their shallowness and laugh
I rake their depraved commonness
and make the sane see their sick putrid underbellies
I remind them of their chains
and how theirs is to always be jealous and envious
I see their lacking's in so many ways
and I tickle their catastrophe and make jest of jesters
like a little glowy sublime Prince
I **** unison of malcontents simpletons and loonies
into imaging a war of the roses
twentieth century dunces fighting one blameless moor
for their commonwealth birthrights
I see when the minds are dumb history reveals not the joke
Yenson Jul 2022
I have shifted through your decadence
blunted the fools in stupor
and incensed the barbarians into progress
whilst gathering accolades
have enmesh the vandals in inglorious mud
holding up blackened paws
gibbering tomes in glace shame of shameless
as spiteful recreants do
what do you know but the back of your ***** hands
clawing in cesspits vile
burying undead transgressions that clings avidly
as you reek odiously
the pungent stench of bullies dripping contemptible ****
in the wake of corrupted vines
and you call this spectacle of thoughtless miscreants
.................................power................­.................................
“It is our choices…that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
Yenson Jun 2020
I just see the iridescent shame
retching in glowing septic degradation
the tutors of all with the magic of progress
giver of flight and speed enamored pearl of wisdom
whose kith and kin afore floated in fragrant translucent grace
only to morph in astonishing disgrace to rabid sewer rats in cesspits

In glorious light in inspiring tomes
history showered heroism warriors fair and brave
justice walked in incorruptible honored equitable prances
then before me curtains unfurled to show rot and foul depravity
of rogues thieves maiden vixens and liars and decayed minds thugs
sequined cowards in brogues and narcissistic twisters in vapid glows

Civilization is a liar coated in gloss paint
hateful illogical vengeful shysters mill along honest movers
tainting deceiving nefariousness befriends politics of race hatred
galloping on false slogans claiming unity bereft of truth in daylight
dark army in white camouflages heralding greed in their known greed

where is the pain in opened eyed truth
show me the suffering in honesty and a life well made
one sees the Pope naked in toilet in handcuffs and dog collar
or a favorite respected Teacher unmasked as a ***** in a brothel
the ninety-nine problems are not mine but yours and your Cabal
how are the mighty fallen when they have shamed the Hope and Glory

— The End —