I See. There is a Channel you Subscribe
And plan your Craft with these High-End Personnel
Promote this Sport; From The Cliff's Humble Dive
And boost Ability you know so well
So does it Groom even more with your Age
And fix your Profile to this Pineapple
Eyes locked perpet; And skipped the Skillful Page
For Economy you chose to Stumble
There are Others below; Watching your Board,
Hoping this same Posh Meal they could Partake
If only they had - Quids and Statues - hoard,
Which in Bankruptcy their Moments forsake.
Only one Word, which will dry their Sore Tears
Flex their Rosy Cheeks; And live-out your Years.

the politicians down under
have just given themselves a wage increase
and the taxpayer would be far happier
if this kind of thing did cease

our members of parliament
are fattening up their pay packets
we the taxpayers are onto their
most unwarranted rackets

they tell us we must show restraint
in all of our pay rise requests
as the nation's finances cannot be held down
by these outlandish behests

yet they so love having the extra quids
put into their pay pots
while us taxpayers never get a single dollar
placed into our meager plots

the politicians are great at lining
their pockets with our hard earned cash
they have no conscience
when it comes to raiding the taxpayer's stash

next year those greedy politicians
will be crying poor mouth again  
and us put upon taxpayer's
shall be feeling their wage rise pain

The man in the Moon said,
"Will you be my friend?"
And I said, "Why not?"
That time, I didn't give it much thought.

Since I only had a peso in my pocket
I hitch-hiked a ride on Tycho's rocket.
Tycho happened to be an old playmate
We talked and talked, but it didn't seem like Fate

"Where have you been all my life?"
he asked, face filled with strife
"I don't know," I laughed.
He chuffed me, "You've always been so daft."

I slipped inside the module
And we landed on the Moon, every molecule
Tycho slipped me his calling card
As we cleared my passport with the watch guard.

The guard looked highly philosophical.
She asked, "What are you looking for, pal?"
I smiled, replied, "The man in the Moon."
She pondered, "Being a watch guard can be a boon."

"There are only five men in the Sea of Tranquility.
Damian helps in the recreational facility;
Sam is a family man, with his wife and three kids;
Tamjid herds sheep; Michel hunting for quids.

"Quintin is someone who lives far, far away
He weeps every hour, easily swayed.
But he sits on top of his car,
Singing to himself, counting stars."

"Quintin might be the man!" I say with much clamour.
The watch guard cheers my endeavour,
Giving me a hug and a packet of chips.
I look back to her and the Earth is in eclipse.

the hard up politicians down under
have given themselves a wage increase
and the taxpayer would be far happier
if this kind of thing did cease

our members of parliament
are fattening up their pay packets
we taxpayers are onto their
most unwarranted rackets

they tell us we must show some restraint
in all our pay rise requests
as the nation's cannot be held down
by these outlandish behests

yet they so love having the extra quids
put into their pay pots
while us taxpayers never get single dollar
placed into our meager plots

the politicians are great at lining
their pockets with our hard earned cash
they have no conscience
when it comes to raiding the taxpayer's stash

next year the greedy politicians
will be crying poor mouth again
and us put upon taxpayers
shall be feeling their wage rise pain

In the line of fire they've been situated
Munitions squarely trained upon them
On many war stages they've been located
Honor for courage goes to all of them
Yet their commander in chief so remiss
Few quids for the ex-armed men he'll permit
Of men in uniform he brings them little bliss
His freedoms gained by troops truest grit
They've been refused the state's currency ***
Veterans of battles are offended
This cohort a verily forgotten lot
In a most loyal stance they've defended
The purse of country owes them a share
As they've given so much for liberty's care

gleefully he rubbed his hands together
goodly dough inflows would ring the till
generous amounts from wallet leather
greatly bolstering the enterprise's gill

lots of quids a bank rolling treasure chest
loving the sound that the money word made
liberally taking it for the poet's nest
leveraging what they'd place in his lade

only a select few owning credit line
oh and their income got good will galore
opening the site up as a gold mine
Olive went on about ops at the store

now an abundance of fees buys backing
negotiations are done this very way
never forget what's been in her tracking
noteworthy is the story's candid relay

I thought northern Irish chicks were a bread of the baddest *****
Instead I got left with the flat arsed spastic make-up caked catfish
Accent as thick as you sometimes it's like you're speaking mandarin or Spanish
Everyday back to your room a demeanour of gloom it's the same old antics
Hop on the line for dads quids
Money transferred to help your negative attitude and fix the balance
Everyone wants you to ******* back to the yacht, mansion and life that's lavish
I'm a savage
exposing this sly witch
We've all seen it right.
The way she hops in the pad and plays with 3 guys like it's GTA five.
Picking a different boy each night judging on the features she likes
Thinking she's an adult rolling on 18 like she was chucking 3 dice
Exposing the cracks beneath her as she walks on like street lights
Custom to immaturity
She's ADT because her life's based on insecurity/ in security
There's no love from me I'll give you a cold stare from outta nowhere like a Randy Orton meme.

Be the best of philanthropist
Build castles and name them temples
Save the world and imprint footprints
On that very special day when the beagle sounds
I'll be at the gate with a question tag
Why did you do it, why?

Why did you truncate my destiny, why?
A glorious vessel set to flourish
Basking in joys to change the world
I set sail and made for planet earth
On a vessel so fine, yet so cracked
I advanced in peace but left in a ****
Tell me why you made my death that cheap?

It was warm, cold and lonely inside
Then I felt the rod as the ****** gave in
No where to hide, the die was cast
Helpless, the tube pushed in as I watched in fear
The moment the curette came to sweep
The deed was done, a murderer was made
A very beautiful one, clad in Gucci apparel

How I longed to hear me cry my first
Feel your warmth and suckle from your breast
Nine months was like a thousand years
But patience was a flower that grew in my garden so I wait
Yet, you murderous thing murdered my destiny
I am waiting at the other side
You really want to make heaven? Smiles!

Did you get some quids to do the do?
It meant nothing to you like a latrine flush
Did he promise you heaven on earth?
That irresponsible goat worthy of castration
In the Supreme court will I call your case
And be sure the judge is no mortal being
Except, there is a justification for ******

While you opened up like a pretty *****
I was dis-membered and cut open
My soul watched in agonising horror
I didn't die before I died, slow and painful so it was
Ears, hands, mouth separated from my body and all
It was cruel as my head got ******
Until I heard the still voice, "It is finished"
Then, I died in cruelty and returned to base

Each time I sit by the gate, I watch and pray
That soon your time will come and I'll get closure
When you meet with my Creator what will you plead?
"My Lord, 'One thing, one thing' ", then the gavel is banged
Even if you invoke 1 John 1:19, backed with Psalm 103:10-14
I will bring a joker in Psalm 139:13-16
He gave me life, but you took it
Truth is, like Pharaoh, your case is closed...

Mortgaged as company commander in A.D Ringo star thousand oaks hill Shepard's escorts and now this

30 million in homekey fraud plus
Perhaps plus a couple quids
300 million wire fraud scuttlebutt?

Scuttlebutt and Nigerian Sum **** dang doodle