What if they had a War and nobody came !
my sentiment all along

Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long
absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering
so absurd as to be meaningless
the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid
The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria

Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder
think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions
Watch mass hysteria contagion
Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt
Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs

Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance
neither I or poor acquaintance know this
But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes
After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts
keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia

They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it
I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent
Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates  

I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them
They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings
It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer!

Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves
Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples
What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind
what can I learn or gain from contemptibles
I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn
how to slander and defame others to bring them down
'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them
poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate

I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles
Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor
Because I don't carry acidic *******, hate or foul nonsense
in my head,
Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge
because I am not an ignoramus with attitude
because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity
Because I am not amongst the madding crowd
I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting!

I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the
Victim I STOLE from
OR
an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized
by jealousy and envy

Listen you nice genteel ladies out there
We know you'll adore a charming, intelligent
smart, humourous, caring, loving and sensitive
charismatic man

We know you'll absolutely love a decent, wholesome
capable, balanced, brave, courageous Alpha male
we know you'll really like a versatile, poetic,
gentleman, able to do nearly everything and do it well
Even animals and children love him too

We know you'll just melt for this man who is an amazing lover
Wonderfully equipped, experienced, unselfish, rhythmic
hard yet gentle, graceful motion in hot ocean
Slow hands and arousingly hot touches, a great lover
who just adores women

Well forget it Ladies
We do not like this Elitist, well rounded intelligent lovely man
He is banned, banned, banned banned
How can we rogues, coarse, uncouth, insensitive semi-illiterates
compete with Mr Wonderful, who leaves ladies buckling in
rampant throes of multiple *******
Who makes love to your fine senses as well as your bodies

How can we, under endowed minutemen
with no grace, style or starmina, much less a romantic nuance
compete with our Mr Amazing with the mostest

We are flat bottomed pale skinned, weedy looking lot
we have little manners, we can hardly hold intelligent conversation
we don't do charming and all that *******
We are not keen on personal hygiene, that's for poofs
Forget looking groomed and polished, that's for poofs too
when drunk and we can just about manage to get it up
It's slam, bang, no thank you ma'am, nothing
poor gals left unsatisfied, unappreciated, any wonder most are turning to each other these days
Us loutish men, just reach for another pint, see you later, get your *** out...

We are working-class dumbos and proud of it
we are pirates and Robin Hoods, we take from the Decent Upscales
we fight them and harass and hound them, torment their *****
we destroy their reputation, degrade them
we can't do better, why should they have an easy life
And all the fun of the ****** fair

Look at the toffee nosed Emmanuel Macron in France
Rich background, privileged, he gets into power and start
messing with the working people, we are now dealing with him
That's what they do if you give them room
They diss the ordinary people and tell us its living intelligently
while they wine and dine and make love in Champagne
Well, not anymore, they don't, we've got there numbers now

The same with our charismatic intelligent Mr Wonderful here
We are sorting him out good and proper, we are on his case
So any ladies go near him or seen befriending him
is a class traitor and would be dealt with accordingly
We have put a *** and relationship ban on Mr Amazing
Let him see what doing without means, lets see him suffer
deprivation and hunger and hopelessness, we have been for years

I dare any of you ladies go near him and see what will happen
we will shave all your hair and put you to public shame
like those collaborators ladies in France after the 2nd WW
We will ostracise you like we have Mr Wonderful
we will smear and degrade you and  your life will be made
impossible.

This is Class war and you Ladies have been WARNED
Can you imagine it, not only rich, privileged, brilliant, capable
confident, self-assured, smooth, suave, charming, articulate,
presentable, wise and balanced, He's also gifted with a big ****,
and from all accounts he really does know how to use it
Jezz...how ******* fortunate can an elitist get!

Well you ladies are sure missing a good thing going
but we don't mind cutting off our long noses to spite our faces
Granted some nice girl could found happiness and the most amazing man and both could do a lot of good in the society and bring happiness to others
but we don't think rationally, that's for the elitists

We are mindless yobbos, thugs, hooligans, no-good, immature,little dicked ruffians and malcontents
We are anarchist, tall and proud
We are crazies, sad and pathetic and we do not care

So you ladies stick with your class and make **** sure
it's a No dice to Mr Wonderful  

NO NO NO it's a RESOUNDING NO from all working people
  ESPECIALLY YOU LADIES, just better know that YES from you
and it's the guillotine and not only your hair will be for the chop!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
This is a PEOPLE'S ROYAL COMMAND

Don't do this
Don't do that
My people live
Your people die
When rich wage wars
The poor dies
Broken promises
You Lie ,you lie , you lie

**** government , **** government

Money is all black
We want it back
We give you our blood
And you sell us crack

**** government , **** government

My money , your pocket
Load a gun , **** it
**** for no reason
Down down DOWN
Every season

**** government , **** government

The poor drink death
While you taste the finest wine
Poverty is a sin
Being poor a crime
Why separate
When you're chosen to bind

**** government , **** government

On this land of ours
For honesty
Death is the cost
What have we gained
If our humanity got lost

**** government , **** government

Ours the land of educated illiterates
The land bound in stupid customs and traditions
Followed by a mass of hypocritical society and the unvisioned
What are we most proud of
Our chaos or filth
What about the humanity
Are we animals still ?

**** government , **** government
**** government , **** government

I stand on this mountain top
Looking at the beautiful terrestrial contours
As I smooch the benevolent dew drop

I stand mesmerized by the lands
Which comfortably sit in innocence
Bearing all barbarisms in its belly and saying nothing to terroristic bands

I am standing here
Closer to God
Asking how she can all these bear

My land, peaceful from afar
Chaotically rendered by illiterates of wisdom
Always looking for opinions from afar

If only I could sit here forever
On this mountain top without being hunted down
My happiness and peace of mind will be forever
   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

I was walking one day
Past the city
Into the shadows of our smoke;
The fumes of our cigarettes covered the trail
Until nothing became clear for me to see.
I bumped into an ancient looking man,
With green eyes that turned pale
And a wrinkled face
That was about to crumble;
I saw him cleaning up
A newly placed tombstone.
He was a graveyard man;
I look at him and suddenly
I felt the urge to ask him,
How is it like? Talking to dead people.
He didn't answer
But I continued anyway;
How is it like to look at solid stones?
And envision her tender eyes looking back
How could we mark he territory of the dead?
As if soil could surround our spirits
How could it suffice?
To point out troubles getting no advice
Questions with no answers,
And as you speak
You don’t know if you are being heard
But you continue anyway.
How is it like? Talking to dead people;
Salute the rocks under the carves,
Knowing that underneath
Lies not wood
But a person who couldn't as much as you could,
And even if he could, you don’t know if he would- come out and talk to you,
Because maybe he’s fed up?
Maybe when life takes too long
The sweet becomes bitter
And our friends
Become but anchors attached to our hearts
Pulling us down
Marking our spirits with soil;
Maybe he’s ashamed
Of the blood stains on his folded flag,
Of the- lose knots in his piece of cloth
And you’ll never discover that
But you still continue anyway
Asking your questions;
How is it like? Talking to dead people.
How is it like talking to anti-change institutions?
And, people with no purpose in life
And, violent illiterates who seek to ****
Because death should be passed on
How is it like talking to people that will not listen?
To the governments that will not bother
To the public blinded by the minor majorities
To the children stuck in their melodramatic attitudes
Over crowded with the propaganda of teenagery
To the hypocrite schools that teach but not educate
To the mothers who give birth
To a fruitful seed, but will not cultivate;
To a father that’s always late
To his son’s birthdays
Because his job appointments
Pointed in the shape of earphones
And circled in the shape of speakers
So it’s neither him listening, nor him talking
Its them.
But nothing will change,
Yet you continue anyway
Asking your questions,
Not for the dead,
But for the resting voices
Leaving you the space to think;
To answer within
Or decide to disregard,
Leaving space for you own voice to emerge.
And as I look back at graveyard man
He was gone;
As if his body de-synthesized as soon as I finished
And the newly placed casket;
Bared his exact size,
And the tombstone
For a second there represented his eyes,
And it didn't take too long, for me to realize
How is it like; talking to the dead.

When it's a culture of boy meets girl
and boys says after a drink or two
do you wanna?
and girl giggles and replies 'No'
and boy says 'oh com'on, you know you wanna'
and girl replies 'oh, OK, com'on then'

It's becomes easier to understand why our friends
believe so much in their 'planting seeds' antics
because for them it's the only game they know
being sheeps in a Nanny State where independent thoughts are rare

In their world, rare is the girl that says 'get lost'
'I don't know you enough for that sort of thing'
'No way, I am not here to be picked up for cheap thrills'
'Are you crazy, what type of a girl do you take me for'
'What makes you think I wanna be a mum just yet'
'Am I wearing a badge that reads Harlot'
'say that again and you'll get a back-hander'  
and the list goes on and on about other possible answers

So because of their mindlessness where rational thinking
is so rarely deployed
and the first though that jumps in their empty minds applies
These vacuous minds imagine other people are like them
so you have blinded one-track minded semi-illiterates
dropping seeds of doubts or whatever in confident erudite mind
as if their malicious prejudiced wrong and inaccurate opinions
matters a jot

Yes, get on then, you know you want to
plant some more seeds
Go on, you know you can't help it
You know you can't resist.......

The semi-illiterates think in pictures and signs
the intelligentsias think in logic and informed reasoning
the sheep and herds are slave to group-think in mindless unity
the wholesome accomplished erudite matured owns their minds
the crude and simple make asinine deductions in simplistic manners
the trained educated minds has logical and seasoned references to hand
one which states
"The heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart"
so spare the fools your contempt or reasoning's, for
“Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.”
the semi illiterates thinks in semi-illiteracy and knows the colour of water
so better to know when in their midst that
“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.”
the intelligent person knows that
"Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain - and most fools do."
and that
"Trickery and treachery are the practices of fools that have not the wits enough to be honest"

The truly intelligent person is one who can pretend to be a fool
in front of a fool who pretends to be intelligent
so lets leave them
to their anchors and triggers
those are the educational aids that instructed their simple minds

If I did not know the hollows of some minds
feathered in decorative vacuous trimmings
or
the narrowness within that runs like
lovingly tendered English garden paths
or
the shallowness ****** that rivals handsomely
the depth of a penny-farthing not even two
or
the stupefying superficiality of conjured lives
lacking rhythms and hues in sensibilities
or
the daggers drawn envy of little minds inadequacies
that pines writhes and slithers only to hide when faced
with proven talents and telling might
or
the shameless harriers adorned in the selves-loathing mange
of the fraidy-cats who in feral packs ****** ale-houses
and throw stones at the houses on the hills
or even
If I did not know the frustrated offsprings of broken couplings
and broken lives ablaze with angst and unloved in disappointments
lacking positive role-models in absentee maleness
or even
the social houses ferals itching for attention while bug-eyed on
substances brought next door from stolen gains
or even
the dregs and drabs with hopeless tomorrows from yesterdays
spent in pool rooms and the local bookies who played truants
in past learning dis-glories
or even that most are soap dodgers in obligatory tattered Levis
and pilfered trainers who cursed the groomed as poofs and posers
So if I did not know all this and more
I will understand the vernacular of lost minds and illiterates
and their outputs would engage my consciousness and thoughts
Alas as it is hate is not a language I speak
Envy and Jealousy are not avenues I live in or even visit
They rather sadly fear me
They say they are at war
just because I do not
do as them
Yes!
Fear make one do crazy things

Emoji crowds
emoji brains from state welfare
they think and write in emojis
no critical faculties to discern or reason
with the attention span of ants they see the world in emoji
laughable semi-illiterates trashed un education
by asians and foreigners who fill all the unis
and now take all the top posts
earning mega salaries
while our dunces play computers games and think and write
emojis
and the dweebs think others are like them
mass produced cannon fodders
relevant in their irrelevances
sound bites and emojis drunkards
planting stupidity
does anybody remembers 'Planters Nuts' yes, off course the're nuts

I don't live my life in the fantasies of psychos

Emotional Intelligence is never a preserve of crazed minds

expectedly sickos and ignoramuses gallivant in malignant fixations

in corrupted toxic malaise beasts heave and puff to tear sanity apart

racists scums vigilante lowlifes. illiterates in blinded furies and envy

unite in contemptible cohorts heralding the chaos of their
depravities

sound mind in honor and integrity sail by in emotional intelligence

differing to sewer rats, cowards and loonies the smallness they are

there see the under-endowed posing and posturing in lameness

read the semi-illiterates versing prose nonsensical and foul

watch faceless cowards grandstanding low-scale heroes

unwashed adequateness calling Channel a stink

the gutter packs revolting in revolt asunder

gutless bullies in hidden cages snarling

frothing bile in insignificant messes

the deluded in usual epic fail

renta-mob the no-marks ball

sorry intelligence is not for all

thank Heaven they know nowt

about aspiration and Emotional Intelligence

Thank God for the mind that surpasses their understanding

Wounded weasels all conflicted
greened with envy matting's all covered in muck
bitter inadequate coward crawlers smarting with jealousy
nonentities devoid of any significance seeking to anesthetize their pain
the born paranoids trying to induce paranoia
the depressives of Europe, pill poppers unrivaled wanting converts
the inept socially unskilled and gauche plonkers talking love
***** buckets winnies picked ****** and dropped by numpties
talking about love of which they know nowt about
useless simpletons regurgitating asinine mind **** by dummies
low scales playing mind-games of the juvenile semi-illiterates
cliched jokes of oiks, hicks and inferiors in-matures
One black
they're still yapping like dogs
street laborers pitting witlessness
minds brought for a penny by indian taxi drivers
offering anodyne drama to their betters
boring ineffectuals chalkies
ignorant racists drunk on comic book anarchy
soap dodgers united looking for diversion
from their **** and diseased minds
contemptibles contempts
feeding times pale worms.........

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

Shoals of halfwits and semi-illiterates
submerged or lumpy in dense affray
all  seeing mists fog as they go gaga
hearing music in gaga-speak
meathead lyrics for dunces

befuddled minds see declaration
of intention in sound track fit
merely  ancomplement to ambience
but this was too sublime for drop-outs
vigilantes
and frenzied vacuous minds
ribald loonies only sees genitalia
that's all on their bonces

the bespoke thoughts of twisted minds
capricious heathens' translations goes awry
vigilantes hopping in meltdowns
to show uselessness is an inherent gene
a line begs give my byes to soul and romance
all the village ***** grasped was surrender
all they deduced was romance
ah.... the futility of the unwise
its not only in Wales that sheep roam
gambolling in vacant fettle
most are living in blocks
and they are clothed and shoed

Are they human or denser......

And that puerile drivel
that has taken at least an hour
out of a mediocre ant's life
is supposed to be a gem
in the minds' game theory
of our prolific illiterates

any wonder why any day now
Bombay and Calcutta and Delhi
will all be celebrating
our own now sits to laude over
where Raj from eons sat
an in lily grace drained all ponds

Brownies have long left Akela
they are all making millions
and issuing permits to benefits
taxi drivers have Lolitas for snacks
our home grown ***** play chess
mindlessly in mind of mind games

lame brains in fools paradise
knows all about envy and jealousy
its their birthright obviously
since the invaders have taken
the prime cuts and run the banks
as the emerald eyes cries red tears

So you know you're weak
and can never win fairly
so you know you're below standard
and can't complete openly
so you know you're not that intelligent
and can't fully utilise your minds
so you know you seriously lack acumen
and can't cut mustard
so you know you're lowscale and crude
and deftly lack finese
so you know you lack cogent talents
and can't be impressive
so you know you're lily-livered cowards
who can't stand toe-to-toe
so you know you're a small tooled ninety second wonders
lacking prowess stamina romance or hot soul
so you're semi-illiterates riddled with impostors syndromes
always frightened of exposure
so you're a bunch of lying backstabbing hypocritical nonentities
unable to confidently own your minds or yourselves
so you know you're narcissists pyschos haters and tin-hatters
condermed to your underground and hidden cabals
So you find yourselves threatened, overshadowed and outshined
by those not like you
And so you spend days looking for weaknesses
or projecting weaknesses on those not like you

And so in redundant wisdom
we quite nonsensically believe
that those with leadership acumen
and proven intelligence and intellects
are actually receptive to doubts and distortions
especially those originating from semi-illiterates
certified simpletons, malicious malcontents, philistines
and Messrs and Misses Angry Losers in the basements
we so inanely believe we have write or speak to skull technics
that we influence the attitudes, decisions and actions of smarties
that we spend our most time sending out doubts and crazy tips
and as far as we are concerned we are the actual rulers
we are the movers and shakers and we do it all remotely
to show you we are making you read this by remote control
see...later we will make you eat dinner
simply by writing a poem about food
did I hear you say 'yeah' drily over there
who are you, do you think you're royalty
don't you know we rule all the royals
by remote control
yeah...!! right....!!
send in the clowns