Drama drama drama
When will it stop
Or when will it not
I mean seriouslly
Y can't people stop
It's that's person life
Not yours
When was it your talk
When was it not
It's ait nice to be mean
Is it not
Tired of drama
Tired of lies
Let's make apoint
And try to better our life's

/ oh no no no... you don't get a jew artefact at this point, when the play of words comes between the son and the mother... no no no... you're target; she should be a ****, a stripper, a *****... but when you do what this, "englishman" did? undermining the concept of personal property? ownership? his property infringes on your property, and somehow: my, yours, our's doesn't compute... i'm ******* craving to **** my neighbour... because all i have left to lose is... frothing at the mouth.

at a supermarket:
within the confines
of a cashier:
- 'is this your typical
friday night?'
say it plain, chubby...
**** it: more cushion
for the pushin'...
   sunglasses at 6am?
a reply:
      - 'it could be'
  - 'if you were part of it'
            - 'what?'
i'd love to fiddle with excesses
of porky...

   migrant crisis?
  more like a ***** cricis...
    import black ****
given the white boy lay low...
it's not even funny,
i find it funny attempting
to whistle...
which i can't,
given that i found laughter...

just don't come between me
and mt "neighbour":
cos i'll **** the ******* ****!
and "he's" watching me?
sorry:
     i'll **** the ******* ****
****-face-****!

no, i will;
  i can't conceive retaining
the anglophone aspect of comedy
within the confines
of the monologue,
with a cabaret....
  
      i'll **** him...
next time we exfoliates
speaking to my mother,
and not... looking
         into my eyes...
  
   "englishman": spew!
   you! now! clean up this
*******!
*******,       english!
like you bred a people,
gesticulating with
a hand gesture...
new yankies...
    britain: home,
           of the the wankies.

p.s.

no... private property contra
private property
within this ****** vogue...
             i seriouslly will throw
a **** into his garden,
and say...
                not enough fox hunting,
d'uh!

My vow is my oath sworn totally to you.
Not the way these politicians swear to do.
When I took my vow.
I took it seriouslly.
Although perfect I might not be.

One thing that firm you can put your trust in me.

I took your love for better or worse.
Before the lord as a confirmation.
That if it's within my power.
No harm would come to you.

And that's my personal vow of oath to you.
If ill in health.
Jusr believe this man here won't walk away.

If you need someone to talk too.
Understand that I'm here for you.

To the end.
To the end.
To the very end.

Can't u understand that I want u as my man....and no one will do but u.??
I want to hug and kiss u each and every day....and go on walks and talk aboujt things whatever they may....
I want to hold u close and look deep into ur eyes.....and always tell u how much I love u and never show u the ottherwise.....
I want to take care u and treat u like a good woman would....if id known that u were he....wed still be together *** id love u as I should.
I seriouslly want to be with u fofever...and even after that when our souls go wherever.
U don't even know how much love I have and want to give to u.....I hope soon u will realise that and come and let me prove it to u.

do i seriouslly have to be
angry, given, this
beauty of a feast at nearing 5am?
oh i can imagine
a ****, like eating an oyster:
but then...
      then again:
  this is the part where i: mmm mmm,
and refrain from moaning.

(

aftertaste?
          goryczka...
                  hops...
                   but oysters
and female genitals are the closest
i've ever come to a zenith...
    not in a phobic: disgust comparison...
     i have an example
of myself eating an actual flower...

    so...
   honest to god,
where

                     (

  began, is where it should have ended.

Drama drama drama
When will it stop
Or when will it not
I mean seriouslly
Y can't people stop
It's that's person life
Not yours
When was it your talk
When was it not
It's ait nice to be mean
Is it not
Tired of drama
Tired of lies
Let's make apoint
And try to better our life's

how about i slap you? impress a hand to cheek, rather than lip to lip? and then tell you... your science, beginning with biology, really does, require an obstruct? you won't be laughing... you'll be... i love this word... beguiled... so... ******... start juggling those bananas, for the equivalent to ******* artefacts; keep two oranges for spares in terms of *******? **** me! applause! clap clap.

when i'm laughing,
i'm not laughing about my
neighbours...
   i'm conjuring the "sight"
of two doughnuts..
and before i write an invoice...
i... seriouslly have to...
              sober up...
otherwise i'd be trying to
tame a rhyme.
**** me, those two doughnuts...
get chilly with the *foster the people
band...
        and say: oh dad, just slurred
         a kilogram of ice-cream...
come on, *****! be more imaginagtive!
that's like saying
chimps originate from madagascar....
oh ****, and an itchy nose to boot...
dangling cigarette
      and the hope for ballerinas
to cure anorexia...
         well... we're all the hopeful lads
                      whistling, or surfing,
or skate-boarding;
i mean, **** me, you're hardly
going to take to the zenith
of aiming at a *****-slap, as life-defining
moment to turn into an anecdotate.

seriouslly... Islam can *******,
from where tt came...
why isn't anyone talking
about the nag hammadi
library?!
                  it isn't a problem,
or something?!
seriously... Islam can *******...
i'm tying lose ends
and bewilderment with
the nag hammadi
library...
   but suddenly Islam is the big
new "thing"...
the nag hammadi library
nullifies the point of Islam...
there's a gospel by
St. Thomas in the library,
of Jesus playing chinese whispers...
Islam is your answer?
how about reading this crap,
resurrected by an Egyptian
shepherd in 1945...
coincidental
with the text of Josephus bin Matthias,
the historian...
the would be nationalist
turned Roman subvert...
   Islam? seriously?
so the emergence of
the nag hammadi library...
isn't a problem,
and the problem is the solution
that requires you to convert to
Islam?
       well... i guess the original
diagnosis was correct after all...
i am mad...
  as mad as listening to the grievances
from Rotherham.