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Alyssa Underwood Jun 2016
charm is a fluttering candle
character is noon's clear sun
ingenuity may cover a scandal
integrity thrives though
veneer comes undone
Scandal and Silence the Theme of the Night
When his Dive scorned my Innocence with him
The Endearing One was there - Red in sight,
Marking the Troll for his Disgusting Whim
Which I would agree if Extent permits
The Mirror crying my Conscience to wake
Trust, at my Pocket; Honesty, at brim
And a Cloud condensing to form this Lake
Now fill Evaporation's Time with Blood,
Squeezing the Hour we need to amend:
"****** Holy, Smug Lot! Gossip's Cot Krug!
And whatever ******* left at Tar's Bend!"
Aye. Folly Love-Haskins takes one a-craze
And left the Diver-Boy swimming at maze.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
None but the cobbled Hackney will accept
Their Postcards sign this Doveling Bond, betwixt
So both decide a Limo; And dated Theft
Of many Soul-Chasers which do not Exist
From there both Virgins took a Scandal-Plate,
Wrapped in Hookahs only the Wise could see
Goodbye, First Perfume! Not from what will sate
The Photographed Script of what they should be
From this a Problem looms. In such Stone-Bowl
We become the very Thing we disgust
Hearts still cry out for the Thunder they stole
And baste their Image on the Throne they must.
Realise, just now, the Name of this Theme
From Enlightenment whose Founder they blaspheme.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Jamie Riley May 2018
Why didn’t you lose when it was on the news
And hundreds of thousands of people accused  
you of scandal and incompetence?
You never revealed your conscience
or any remorse for your play boy antics
so far removed from your pedantic
stereotype as a political leader
more like a ****** wheeler dealer
pervy old ***** geezer
over cologned and greasy heavy breather,
machinating falsifier
misogynistic *******,
machiavellian Italian stallion;
Faccia brutta o sfacime no?

You prized a Ruby above the rest.
Bunga bunga what a pest
she leaked your private fetish fest,
poor Silvio you did your best
to hide the bribes, the bets,
the ******, the drugs, the threats.
But you never really did care
what was right and what was fair.
You got all the attention, all the fame
and made the liberals look like philistines
by shrugging allegations that would define
and force any other politician to resign.
You waited until Italy was ****** dry;
for her wallet to exhale a defeated sigh
when you decided to resign.
How could the euro ever survive
with you wanting to prioritise
Your ******* *** drive?
zebra Nov 2017
rocks don't care
all stubble and stones
a difficult geometry
so if they don't fit
they are hammered
and
crushed to rubble
jammed together to make virile walls
and if stabbed with swords
care not about
torn bellies and broken necks
soaking them crimson rust
or drowned nautilus
beneath the sea

humans
have futility in common with rocks
except that everything
girds and gnaws
at their belligerent sensitivity

all clouded soft towers
bi-pedal mortal spires
with tender flesh
beaten into place
lacerated
truncated amputees
to fit the outer life
of status and statues
a scandal to the inner coves of self

I'm envious of rocks
except for moments of
shifting watery kisses
clamorous for love

we remain
disfigured terrains
hunters of souls balmy unguents
while
fluctious immolating moons
unravel
in a hidden grieving

oh countenance of apathy
only to be more like you
a wilderness of stumps
and
dead rock gods

and our aspiration
indifference
our exit
the path of the renunciate
a penitence
feasting only on futility
and the vagaries of spirit
Monika Layke Feb 6
Stain me
with that heartache, you wrote about

Bruise me
with your bleeding toothy back-talk

Wreck me
in ruins venomous perfume

Cut me
deeply, a scar that I can trove

Sew me
your sorrow inside my scandal

Do it
slowly like a full sea snake

Let me
feel your fullest strength and madness
Jeremy Betts Feb 2018
Just look around you and you'll notice that every day there's another sucker born
Another mother fuucker trying to pick around the thorn
But there'll never be breath blown through the victory horn and there won't be one to worn
Cause the new norm is news meant to deform not to inform
Leaving only torn fragments of real mixed with lies, a new truth is born
And it's one that defies the meaning of truth so it's armor for our thoughts and soul that must be worn

Cause it's forced upon every sense, attached to ignorance, illegal for an opinion to be drawn
It's a new dawn where rational thinking is gone, new laws signed in crayon
And it doesn't matter what paawn gets passed the baton when an election comes along
Cause it was years ago that this corruption spawn with a freedom slogan button on
And it's the divide that's grown from a line to a deep chasm of a wide canyon
That'll be our legacy, the legend we pass on till we feel defeat and meet the same demise that fell upon Krypton

It's crazy how we as a society love to single out one to staple blame on, makes it simple
But every man that's held an oval as his office might as well have been a floating carcass, dead in the water from the get go
Don't just agree cause I said so, that's half the problem yo, go do your own research bro
And know that they fear intelligence so go gather up a couple library's full
And don't jump in half cockeed like you only got one teesticle
Give it your all, fuuck being humble, we keep this shiit up we're all in fuuckin trouble
So burst this bubble, let it trasnform to rubble, forget being subtle
It's time to break huddle and be a factor in this much needed rebuttal
Screamed in the face paced on this ancient government scandal

But fuuck it. I'm only one person and not the one to change it cause I'm not perfect
But my imperfectly perfect plan sits perched in dust, never to be touched like it's deadly sick
Like a dripping diick, you pretend you don't have it 'til the graphic turns horrific
Then they say it's fake news but you're looking at the problem, starring derectly at it
But it's me that's ignorant and insignificant? I see it different you one percenter priick

I have a thought, just a notion, top of my head, tell me what you think
How long can we survive on the brink? On a doomed vessel destined to sink?
Holding the knowledge of where the boat is weak, have known about the leak but putting off repairs till next week
We can see the old, rusty chain of command, it's obvious who's the weakest link
But if we the people aren't in sync we're all gonna drown in the drink
The spiked cool aids laid out just waiting for that sly wink
The nod to give the go-ahead once we're in to deep, swerling round the bottom of the sink

But there's more of us then them so I say we push back
Take the power that we hold off the rack, grow a pair of metaphorical baalls in a metaphorical nuut sack and attack
Put on Hatebreed as the soundtrack and dish out some payback
This is a call to all who can't just lay back like seats in a Maybach and watch the train skip off track
You don't need an almanac to predict this fact, the shiit storm is here, lead by a maniac
And if we don't take our country back then it's our fault, not theirs, that the future seems bleek and black
Let that fact sink in and fill the crack like plaque stacked from years of no contact
Then get back to me when you see clearly that the peace tready that was eagerly signed so freely is actually a death contact

You can't dispute that once you've read the small print on the back of this sinister contract
And realize we've given to much slack but we do hold the rains, we must pull back
But mustn't hold back, can't afford to hoard the ball and record a sac
It's already fourth down and forever, standing in our own in zone taking the snap
A hail Mary is our only hope, but it might be crazy enough to be the key to the exact play we need to get the lead back
We lose this game and that's it, no respawn, no next season to fall back on, blap, extinction just like that
But fuuck that **** Jack, I'll fight till my last breath escapes me, I ain't going out like that
Can't give up with my back turned to a population under attack
Cowering in a ransacked bomb shelter resembling the shrieking shack
Can't do it, no matter our differences no one deserves that
But I'm going to need all the help I can get to keep this flaming wreckage off the tarmac

So please, as soon as the Kodak filters been lifted and you see the mess that we've been gifted
You'll come join the million other kindred spirits that have enlisted
No longer tainted by politicians political poison, no longer frightened
Instead, our ability to sift through the ******* has been heightened
With no blinders I'm enlightened now, our vision has readjusted, the true path brightened
Our senses now sharp as a tack like they've been augmented, you look frightened
And I'm ready to attack, take our lives back, combat tested
And mother approved, well connected, you've been vetted
And we've all come to the conclusion that it's time this reign of terror ended
Way past time for this regime to be upended
Quickly removed and  permanently suspended
Only then can we drop the act, we won't need to pretend
And we can say, "
Nassif Younes Mar 2016
On a beat back street
In a dirt cheap
Glasgow room,
Where the sunlight glow
Fights through an unwilling window
Of stained-glass stained
With *****, beer and the cheapest wine
Like a film to dim the shine
Into a glimmering East-end gloom.

At 2 a.m.
With sweaty hands and soaring head,
It hadn’t happened,

At 6 a.m.
With desert hands and pounding head,
We think it happened,

Sally swears that Harry kissed Mary,
Who had been leading on Larry,
Who was torn between Mary and his girlfriend,
Jane.
Opinions flew in a flurry
And tensions built in a hurry
“It’s such a worry” she said.
“Such a scandal and worry;
You go through life
And life goes through you.
Don’t you think?
No?
What do you think?”

I think we are all slouching
With both feet in the grave,
Too rotten for the worms.

At 10 a.m.
With empty hands and nothing head,
It happened.

We step through the hole in the door,
Staggering beneath a sickening sun
As it sheds its yellow skin
Over a canvas of modest graffiti
And a bin spilled over
By a beggar from Tahiti.
A man asks his lover where they’re going
And with both hands
On her phone, she said
“You can fill me,
But you’ll never complete me.
One day you will leave me…
Or maybe even delete me.”

Round the corner,
With both windows broken,
The first bar we find is already open.
We raise our glasses -
A drink to start the day
Or continue the one we started
The day before yesterday.

***********
2 a.m.

What hands and what head?
It never happened.
We are one day older
And nothing will ever happen.
Khoi-San Oct 2018
Out by the handle
Into the cold

In with a candle
Brave and bold

Out by the handle
Battered and sold

In with a scandal
Whithered and scold

Out by the handle
A little bit old

In with dirt sandles
Covered with mould

Out by the handle
To the door he hold

In with a hand drill
A true story is told

The hinges ******* off
love handles I hold
Told to me by a vagabond enjoy
katryna Dec 2018
hi,
first time?
no? hmmm
im siam and you are?
cold turkey.
cold turkey, nice name.

is that for real coz im starting to believe it.

sigh, of course not!
as if siam is your real name duh!

haha
do you want to go out and have life outside
or you just want to sit back and relax as if you enjoy all this ****?

what do you want siam?
im free.

sure!



*****?

no thanks,
im done with 1 bottle already.

weak!

kiddin, hi im oyster and you are?
oyster, sound scandal isnt it?

yah,
i know.

im free,

sure.

who am i?
rabbit?
cement?
who am i?

say it louder,
who am i?
pablo,
oslo,

just do it!

done.

same.

wait,

what's your name again?
it doesnt matter anyway,

call me whatever you like.
meet siam from the land of imagination.
siam is a 27 yrs old with no gender (feel free to guess
In a cozy corner
On a lake's shore
We used to meet
For a long time
There was a place
Far from the trails
We could sit there
For long hours alone
We kissed and shared
In whisper many tales
I liked too much
Hold you in arms
We played such as
Two kids would do
Some times we did
That love thing, too
We thought no one
could harm our case
But for every tale
There is an end
Ours was that day
They found us unawares
Our lips were touching
Our tongues were locked
This was huge scandal
Shame burned us both
...
What hurts me most
Is but another fact
I can't see you
No more, ever again!
16:59, Thursday, June 6, 2019
Yenson Jul 2018
A while ago in East London, in an area called Poplar
a black man lived with his wife
Quiet, hardworking, law-abiding they both were.
never courted a scandal, never committed a crime
Just went about their business, working for  better tomorrows

Then next door a Scottish family of five moved in
and immediately started borrowing from couple next door
Do you have sugar, do you have bread, can I borrow a fiver
till our Giro arrives next week, please another tenner for Jim
He has to pay a fine.

Empty beer cans littered their doorway, they all drank like fish
fights and arguments rang late into the night
Police visited twice, thrice weekly and it was known Jim burgled.
and was always doing time, when not drunk and fighting
Joan eldest girl was pregnant at sixteen and Tom fourteen had
done two stretches in juvenile detention
Last daughter Kelly was also to end up in the duff at sixteen

Amounts borrowed was now sizable, the odd fiver repaid
stolen items regularly offered and rejected by quiet couple next door
Invites to the black man to visit while Jim in jail politely declined
Come and have a drink with me and my young daughters
No thanks, got to go and cook, my Mrs would be returning soon.

The family from hell has turned the neighborhood to hell
constant break-ins all around
strange men coming and going, fights and noise, beer cans
for carpets, stairwells reeking of ****, Tom and friends and
Marijuana fumes graced the stairs and veranda.
Mrs Scottish and two young daughters constant smiling invitations
to black man next door, duly always deftly rejected.

Black man and Mrs decided to stop lending money
it was all going on beer and smoke and never paid back
By the end of the week, their car had been vandalized and four
wheels removed, racist leaflets started appearing on veranda.
No more smiling coyly invites, now just loud music and loud
intermittent bangs on walls from next door.
We must complain, we most report all this to the Landlords.
No, lets just ignore them, not worth the hassle.

Then it happened, black man arrives home one afternoon
and finds his front door ajar, they had been burgled.
Seething with anger he stormed next door to be met by Mrs S
'you ******* thieves have robbed me, how can you be so low,
after all we've done to try and help you. None of you work, You are a bunch of lazy
workshy, welfare scroungers, you are pathetic lowlife. why don't you go and get a job instead of burgling houses and getting drunk all day long
I will start a petition to move you away from the neighborhood.
You no-good non working class scums'  a disgrace and an affront to the hardworking working classes. You ******* racist bullies, I will show you, you can't
mess with me'

Mrs S smiled wickedly and said, you will see
'character assassination, public humiliation, we'll ruin your life and you'd wish you are dead by the time we finish with you and your chicken legs wife. I will show you who runs the manor in East London.'
You can't do that, black man replied, I have done nothing wrong, you are the bare-faced thieves, you shameless woman. We have had enough of you and your anti-social behaviour. You are not going to mess with us no more!

OH, YES! they can and by jove, they did.
Mrs S retorted' You are the foreigner here, you are the one that would be leaving the country
and going back to your Jungle'.
Black man called wife to tell her, she came home immediately
the police came, no evidence, here's a crime report, get your door
fixed. How about searching next door, we can't, no witnesses.
And then Black man's life changed FOREVER.

Should I write about the intimidation from other white families
in the neighborhood, should I write about how the Local Socialist
Party got involved, and launched a propaganda campaign about a black Conservative member dissing the Working Classes,  should I write about how one of his beloved dogs was
killed, should I write about a rumour campaign that black man was a wife-beater, a ****, a con man, a greedy parasite, should I write about sudden hostilities and bullying at his work place, how his wife was also sacked, about being randomly insulted and abused in the streets, about kids spitting on him, about being shunned inexplicably by locals
he's known for years. Should I write about outrageous fabrication, smears and humiliation.
Should I write about political victimization, about the black man 'who thinks he is better than us all,' about how a wedge was driven between him and his wife, till she broke and upped and left without warning,
should I write about how strangers shouted 'solidarity with the working Class' at him, should I write about daily torments and constant harassment everywhere he goes, should I write about Criminal gang stalking,
should I write about being informed they were going to ruin his career, ruin his marriage and ruin his reputation, check, all done. S I write about how they said they were going to chuck mud at him everywhere he went and blacken his name forever, should i write about pure isolation, about being made a target and being  hounded and stalked and disrespected everywhere. Should I write about how they stated they were going to drive him insane and drive him to suicide.

If so, WE WILL BE HERE ALL DAY.
Just  know that somewhere in London, a decent, law-abiding progressive, and innocent black man, is now on his own, broke, in debts and on Welfare benefits, unable to find a job, friendless and isolated, discredited and shunned.  He is still being stalked, harassed and hounded, round the clock. All for daring to stand up to CRIMINALS.

IS THERE JUSTICE IN THE WORLD?
IS THIS WHAT ENGLAND HAS BECOME?
Oh movement with a jury!

I am power dressing

Sharply tailored

Photo calls, calling me, always



They say change will come in the wake of a scandal

And I hate everything

I want it all to go



So praise me for teardrops on my sofa

I'll be your ******* star

Your own heartbreaking champion

Ready to shake it

shake the blame

dance your pain



A deadly daydream

Coded Paradise

Rainbow Tourniquet

... I'm ready to be the mess you made



Existentially unsettled

Exhibited here between

all those thrilled to tag along

be wrong, we might win this one

with bad faith



Cynical and glittering all the way

Shuffling to the dramatic spaces

never leaving softly



Every crowning will be stormed by insurgents

but hope is born on beds of bone
Big Virge Jun 13
Conspiracy ... ???
    
Theory ... ???    
    
Or .... REALITY ... ?!?    
    
This Is A Dilemma ...    
That Needs ... CLARITY ... !!!    
    
So Who Pulls The Strings of ... Societies ... ???    
People In Office ... Or Those We Don't See ... ?!?    
    
This Piece Could Result ...    
In The Ending of Me ... !?!?!    
Cos' I Don't Believe ....    
In A Card With ...  I.D. ... !!! ...    
    
It's Just One More Way ...    
To ... " Watch Over We " ...    
    
LISTEN Big Brother ... !!!    
STOP Checking On Me ... !!!!    
    
This Type of Ideal ...    
Is Just ... INSANITY ... ?!!!?    
    
We Can't Walk The Streets ...    
Without ... C.C.T.V. .... !?!?!    
    
Meantime The Police ...    
Employ ... BRUTALITY ... !!?!!    
    
I'm Trying To See ...    
How This ... Technology ...    
Will Make Living Better ...    
For You and For Me ... ???    
    
Sometimes I Do Think ...    
We Should All ... " Cop A Plea " ... !!!    
    
And Then We Might ...    
FINALLY SEE .... Who THEY BE ... !!?!!    
    
Masons And THOSE ...    
Who Are ... "hidden from view" ...    
    
Those Who Have People ...    
STILL ... SHINING Their Shoes ...    
    
Those Who Are ... "hidden" ...    
From .... Social Issues ....    
    
Where Are ...    
Holmes and Watson ... ?    
    
I'm Needing Some Clues ...    
Or Maybe Like ... " Muddy " ... ???    
They're Feeling ... " The Blues " ... !!!    
    
WHO CONTROLS The News ... ???    
    
WHO PULLS Our Sinews ... ???    
    
How Many of You ... ???    
Are Tame ... Like The Shrew ... ???    
  
Because of The FEAR ... !!!    
of ... What They Would Do ... !!!    
    
THEY As In ... " THEM " ...    
The ... " CONTROLLING Few " ...    
    
These ... Cash Marketeers ...    
Who ... THRIVE OFF Our Fear ... !!!    
of Losing Control ....    
of The Pound Being Here ...    
    
Simply So They ...    
Can Keep Up With Their Peers ...    
    
What's Wrong With The EURO ... ?    
I Don't Have An Answer .... !!!    
    
Do ...    
Any of You Know ... ?!?    
    
This Issue's ... " A SCANDAL " ...    
Just Like ....  " John Profumo " ... !!!!!    
    
Or Like ... " Watergate " ...    
But When We Find Out ...    
It's Always TOO LATE ... !!!!!    
    
These Thieves Don't Want Piece ... !!!!!    
They Want THE WHOLE CAKE ... !!!!!    
    
They're ALL ... !!!    
On The TAKE ... !!!    
    
They Slither Like ... SNAKES ... !!!!!    
    
And These Are The People ...    
Who ... CONTROL Our Fate ... ?!?    
    
It's NOT JUST The Whites ... !!!    
Who ... "KEEP Their GRIP TIGHT" ...    
    
Some Blacks Are INSECTS ... !!!!    

Just Look At What Happened ...    
To YES .... " Malcolm X " .... !!!!!!!!    
    
THIS Is A Subject ...    
The Nation ... REJECTS ... !!!    
So That's Where I'll STOP ... !!!    
Before They ... GET VEX ... !!!    
    
So .....    
Back To The Pound ... £££    
    
Why Do These Fools Hound ... ???    
When ... " Tapping Your Pin " ...    
Is Now The ... NEW Sound ...    
of Payments We're Making ...    
Across ... English Towns ...    
    
MP's Are Just CLOWNS ... !!!    
Who ... Make People FROWN ... !!!    
    
Cos' Plans They Are Making ...    
Simply .... " CONFOUND " .... ?!?!?!?    
    
" Money Makes The ..... "    
    
ENOUGH ... ENOUGH ... !!!!!!!!!    
    
I'm NO James Brown ... !!!    
    
But TRUST Me ... That Man ...    
Could Really .... " GET DOWN " ... !!!!!    
    
He Spoke THE TRUTH ...... !!!    
And Made STRONG MOVES ... !!!    
    
But Then ... Was Jailed ...    
Cos' He LOST ............................ His Cool ..... !!!    
    
Jacko' TOO ... !!!    
Was One ... " ACCUSED " ...    
    
HE'S A ******* !!!    
    
Said ....    
WORLDWIDE News ... !!!    
    
But Let Me Just ...    
EXPLAIN To You ...    
    
He Owned The Rights ...    
To Some ..... BIG TUNES ...... !!!!    
That Labels Were After ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!    
    
This Is ... THE TRUTH ... !!!    
    
See ... Money FEEDS ...    
This Thing Called GREED ...    
    
How Many ... BLEED ...    
To Have .... " MONEY " .... !!!    
    
.... " Conspiracies " ....    
..... SUPPORT Money ..... !!!
    
And This Can Lead ... ?    
To ... " ***** DEEDS " ...    
By Those Who ARE ...    
The ... " GREEDY BREED " ... !!!!!    
    
Believe What You Like ... !!!    
But Like Flav' Said ...    
    
DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE !    
    
Not EVERYONE ...    
Can Be Like ... " Mike " ... !!!!    
    
Wear Your Nikes ... !!!    
    
I'm Gonna Wear Mine ... !!!    
Cos' It WON'T STOP ...    
The ... " Grand Design " ...    
    
Too Many FOOLS ... !!!!!!!    
Just ... " Fall In Line " ...    
    
They Should Take ...    
A ..... " Little Time ............... "    
    
To Hear The TRUTH ...    
In ... Words of Rhyme ...    
    
From ... Angelou ...    
To ... Peter Tosh .... !!!    
    
Before Their Souls ...    
Are ... " ETERNALLY LOST " ...    
    
We Need MORE TRUTH ... !!!    
And ... Less Theory ....    
    
What's REAL To You ...    
And ..... REALITY ...... !!!!!!    
    
Which Brings Me Back ...    
    
To ....    
    
... " Conspiracies " ...
As The Good Pres' ... Donald said ....

A lot of news is fake, but, when it comes to conspiracies ...

Can We ... REALLY Say The Same .....................................................
Evan Stephens Apr 28
Dear H-----,

Everything then
is now, too,

memory
is plural.

In law school
I mentored you

& let you ******
me after I broke

up with the art
deco girl who

kept turning the
blade in my side as

if it were a key.  
It was a scandal -

I felt my name
crawling lip to lip,

caught library looks,
but didn't care.

Your sister taught me
the moon game

at your kitchen table
& then spread my blood

with her song.
Do you remember it?

When I drank
my acetylene pain,

you were so quick
to forgive. It left

an impression.
We came home late,

laughing so hard
we were *******,  

with the moon
tangled in the ivy.

But I was still hanging
from the blade of

the art deco girl,
& it wasn't fair to you,

dying like that.
And then when

my grandmother
died, I needed you

but it was too much
& you fled. It was the end.

You moved, and married.
I let the art deco girl

saw me apart
a few more times.

But I never forgot
how alive we were,

or the strange sound
of the lullaby I wrote you.
from 2014
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