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CK Baker May 2017
like that pill bitter Sunday morning (after)
with a nauseating hack
the previously uneventful Tuesday
derailed
in surrealistic tale
with Auntie and Jack (and a quarter of fate)
in the 748
on a night flight
from Sherwood to Lore

reverberating waves
of imminent summer haze
river flats
and flower fields
fly weights
and silver bait
shredders and shysters
and open gates
(into those everlasting
and sweated journeys of hope)

bloods and strays
and florentine grays
(reminiscent of Rockwell fame)
running horses
and overgrown country lanes
morning grace
and gentle cheer
eyes clear
on the river pass
blunted paddles for those ancient
and not so willing suckers!


duke making his own way
(to the corner club)
Parsons and Poe
stream from the torn screen door
cricket cadence
and symphony of the Deere
calm and deliberate
in the soft
and silent fields

meadows open for grazing
(guineas scamper across the till)
pocket apples fill
the country ripe air
drunken bees
and chestnuts
and electric fingers
strike the surface pool
(a cedar strip wedged on the white wash dock)

baited bull heads set to cast
evenings with hearts
and Nolten Nash
may flowers bloom
across the grass
~ time unmatched ~
with blue jays
and river bends
and channel cats
...and that warm
and recurring
Coleman drift
Yenson Aug 2018
Welcome to the Alpha cowards who are faceless and their cowardly gangs,
The raggle taggles scums who live in sewers and gutters and crawl out to spew their putrid innards or cast mud as they are wont to do. The stinking Bullies of the West, the fascists and Racists of Modern Politics, Liars and shysters, deluded sickos.  

Hail the Red Loony - Hail the Uber chavs of Chavs-ville, the deluded warriors of Wigan, the ******* pigs of Animal Farm,  the Baldrick's of Blighty, the Prophets and Saviors of the poor Oppressed malcontents, the Asinine Numpty Controller of Heraldry, the bungling vacuous Stalinist thugs, the famed carriers of the famed and ridiculous owners micro-penises and laughable quick shot minute men lovers, with  their Fem-fresh free zone females.

Hail the Bogus Thieving Red Devils and the Psychos Uber Slanderers and Shitegangs of the Western Socialist muppets, to name a few of their inglorious tags. Hail the Shameless Red flag wavers. who sexually harass females members and are only there for what they can get while fooling all they are comrades and for the people.

Now that the Jews have exposed you and shown all that you're the imbecilic Haters of successful and hardworking people, the maggots that you are, you can concentrate more on playing with the mind of that Black Prince, that is putting you and your poor brainwashed and ******* gabble of followers, to shame.

How the mindless can play mind games is of course, an anomaly best understood by the Mindless themselves, but then since when do psychotic, deluded, hallucinating, proven in-adequate and sick fantasists, those education- avoiding, opportunities-shy ( why should we make use of all the opportunities offered to us, why should we try and earn an honest living and make something of ourselves, No! we are the socialist 'working class',

We have the Welfare system created specially for us, we don't pick strawberries or work on the farm like some poor Poles, we don't serve in Hotels and say 'sir' to some ****** Johnny Foreigner, lets leave that to the Jews, Asians, Eastern Europeans and Africans ), we are free hedonistic, drunken louts and yobs and we don't care.

We hate those that believe in hard work and striving to be successful, we do not like clean, honest law-abiding people, we will bring them down to our level, we are all equal, that's democracy. We will campaign against good people and try and drive them mad, we will slander them and give them grief, We Never let the facts and truths get in the way of an asinine campaign against decent people with aspirations and sensibilities. We are mindless and irrationality, envy, jealousy, pettiness and irrational hatred is our game, I dare profess to all you Blue Conservatives.  

So go luxuriate in your mediocrity of mind, body and soul, go do your hating, that's what Haters do, get on with your lies, smears and slander, what else do you have, after all your whole lives are one big facade and you are masters of superficiality, even your mothers wouldn't tell you all the truth to your faces. You are shameless cowards, internationally recognized bullies and pointless anachronisms  in this days and age.    

Why not save your fears, energy, expenses and time before slithering around performing your anodyne 'street theater' and posting various fake profiles, or presenting the fowl putrid nonsensical deluded fantasies,  thinking compound 24 carats fools like you and your ***-wipes, can shape opinions or influence sane minds.  However I do appreciate this fact will be too much to comprehend by deluded psychos and brain washed simpletons, so please continue amusing yourselves and displaying your abject and pitiful ignorance, your vacuous minds needs useless stimulation.

Hail the  Hail the Reds Devils hahaha.....hahaha.....hahahaha...oh...oh....hahaha...Hail the Classic ***** of The Red Devils...hahaha hahaha hahaha. Hail the simplistic sense of power of anodyne oppositions.
PaulSta SA Oct 2015
Sometimes i wonder,
Wondering wonders of wonderful
World,for i living in this awful
World,spiral of life with terrific
Surroundings.

Unholy acts to the victims of
Xenophobic attacks,violence
Turns an everyday speech.
Government revolts gathers.
Towards poverty-stricken.
Diseases classic collide,remittance
Assassins rendered for intensely
Militancy.

Objection!!my lord,
Shysters bailing out
Evil-doers,juridical system
Not pertained.Poverty-trap
Pounding,chemical gases
Filling lungs of little
Ones.

Somebody play nice to
This,God play part to
This,denote dualism of
Good and evil.
Yesterday they gang banged
One of your children.
Drugs co-operate infection of
Young minds,youth gangsterism
Uproar.

Father herd your sheeps
To the right path,we seek
Guidance from above.
Family horror-strucks unites,
Matrimony rending day by
Day,onto religion segregations
Strickes by ??????.

Keep holy to this life Life
Testimony
and paste
Amen...
Antipodean Feb 2014
Poets are writers of infinite truths
Shamanistic travelers exposing fear
Paper and pen prophets rousing the obtuse
Quasi-harbingers of new frontiers

Politicians and their paid speechwriters
Lifetime career prostitutes of lies
Cyrano de Bergerac shysters
Writing pledges they will deny

Poetic outlaws of verse redefining
Societal boundaries of acceptance
Brigands of rhyme rocking the boat
Poems with intended disturbance

Every society needs outlaws
Rebuff the system
Fight back
Or
Withdraw
Brent Kincaid Jan 2017
Jackals  and *******
Clowns and criminals;
Lies and libelous lambastes
With integrity minimal.
Grande Guignol politics
From pusillanimous politicians
Poisoning the populace
With only selfish ambitions.

Sleight of hand shysters
And self-appointed diplomats
Throw out all their morals
And set out the welcome mat
For those the most likely
To pay the highest bribe
And have no care if they sell
The land from under the tribe.

So what if water is poisoned?
As long as they make money.
After all, the rich aren’t harmed.
Now isn’t that incredibly funny?
Who cares about the future?
What matters is right now
And the profit they can make.
It is what the law will allow.

And those that wrote those laws
So cleverly and quietly confused
The very people stupid enough
To so gullibly to be thus used.
But jackals and *******
Really aren’t animals at all.
Nor are they household pets
Who come when they are called.
Yenson Jun 2019
Unstable rabble
ill in mind, body and soul
unfulfilled and desperately unhappy
fearful always, insecure, lacking and inadequate
skeletons in cupboards, shaming secrets hidden aplenty
false, fake, white-washed and all semblance soulless nonentities
vacuous sad pathetic weak and academically challenged majority
ignorant belligerent bellicose cowards, drunkards n mob shysters

rise, rise. rise
jump, jump. jump
do the twist n put the boot in

stand up and bellow
you can't loose your chains
your self loathing is too great
your shame and pains hurt all the time
you are reminded of your insignificance always
your helplessness and your weaknesses shames you
you always have to fake it, scrape, beg, borrow and steal
the aggrieved spectators as talents, wealth and the ritzy drive past

rise, rise, rise
jump, jump, jump
do the locomotion and spread the ****

scream and shout
hurl slander and lies
fight like cowards and bully
get badass and wicked and mean
get ****** angry and get ****** even
leave your bacon butties and fry the greedy pigs
forget your chips and come chip the brains of the tyrants hogs
put down those pints and lets keep this momentum of hate alive so

rise, rise, rise
jump, jump, jump
do the stoning and lets move like Jagger
SATIRE: For the many, not the few, If you dare LAUGH at any single word or prose in the inspirational poem you are a Class-traitor and you would be reported to the Stasi Apparatchiks who will make your life a living hell and you will wish you are dead, it goes without saying that you will also never **** again in your life for the Stasis will make sure that you will never have a partner ever again. You have been warned, this is a serious matter and solidarity is our salvation. Now, go do your duty and find a rich person to burgle, taunt, torment, harass and hate with all your cowardly energy, you loonies, pinkos, sados, weirdos, stinkos commies. Remember, a single smile from you and its hell for you all, go ask that Purple rain **** about it.
Someone is peeling the skin off the sky
the baked sun has begun its scratching.
I am hatching a plan to escape if I can
and to bathe in the sea
the scratching of skin never bothers me
if it's flaky and dry.
I want fins,want to swim to the end of all time
I need to find out what's there,what people would dare to reside
at the end of the tides,at the turn when times bides its time.

When the weather is fine and I'm feeling spot on
I feel I belong to the cosmos
because I melt into light where night never creeps through but with fins I could do
so much more.
I could bow and dip down to the ocean floor
I could knock on the door which Davy Jones locks
with a shock of blond hair waving here,waving there,I could meet up with Poseidon,try on a trident for size
I could open my eyes and could breathe underwater,could sort out the pearls from the shysters,those oysters that dive and make jewels out of grit where they sit and they filter.

I have built this dream from vanilla ice cream and am slowly licking it away
a cornet they say
plays a very nice tune
and Neptune agrees
as I float in the seas of the shore of no more and the sharks mill around as if they're knitting the sound of my death on their breath
which by the way stinks of fish.

My wish and I wish it comes true
is to sink into a heavenly bed
and to sink in it with you where the truth always lies
and the someone who peels all the skin off the skies
dies into the day
If I had my way
my wish would be your wishing too.
Like the bankers bunch of wankers buying immunity, taking the community chest and passing go.
Monopoly funny but it's your ******* money they're moving around.
Swimming pools and Eve St Laurent,
the perfume of being right when you're wrong and
just pay the fine,
defraud and
***** the public purse.
The social spike ain't going to jail,too many posh nobs ******* on the pay trail,
feeding on the poor sure is filling,
Negotiate a settlement it doesn't matter that we're bent we're bankers,tossers,selling off our losses,calling in the debts,
millions ,billions,
we'll make a few gazillions and the pillars of society can kiss our ****, we're the ******* barbie dolls,the bearded ******* billy goat trolls,
Investors **** us up,digest and get their dividend,we get,we lend,this gravy train will never end.
No shysters were injured during the making of this poem because they've got a guarantee
'steal the money and stay free'
The social spike will be the death of me and then they can steal my annuity.
*******.
register as a bank,fraudulently manipulate the money market,pay a paltry (in relation to the money made) fine and whistle Dixie..#bro/kenbrit/ain
Someone is peeling the skin off the sky
the baked sun has begun its scratching.
I am hatching a plan to escape if I can
and to bathe in the sea
the scratching of skin never bothers me
if it's flaky and dry.
I want fins,want to swim to the end of all time
I need to find out what's there,what people would dare to reside
at the end of the tides,at the turn when times bides its time.

When the weather is fine and I'm feeling spot on
I feel I belong to the cosmos
because I melt into light where night never creeps through but with fins I could do
so much more.
I could bow and dip down to the ocean floor
I could knock on the door which Davy Jones locks
with a shock of blond hair waving here,waving there,I could meet up with Poseidon,try on a trident for size
I could open my eyes and could breathe underwater,could sort out the pearls from the shysters,those oysters that dive and make jewels out of grit where they sit and they filter.

I have built this dream from vanilla ice cream and am slowly licking it away
a cornet they say
plays a very nice tune
and Neptune agrees
as I float in the seas of the shore of no more and the sharks mill around as if they're knitting the sound of my death on their breath
which by the way stinks of fish.

My wish and I wish it comes true
is to sink into a heavenly bed
and to sink in it with you where the truth always lies
and the someone who peels all the skin off the skies
dies into the day
If I had my way
my wish would be your wishing too.
Harold Bracy Dec 2014
A day's light in morning asked of me,
Took the dense hole, wished for
Some, from my whispering grasp
And thawed it glinting in the sky
Liquid, sugar, to fall between
The fingers grasped my emotion
****** soaked with midnight desire seen
Sweet smelling of hallucinations,
Well wishers, and shysters of the
Sticky night before. I told him, I said:
"Went gone my mother, before me
I lived a life and I lay on my deathbed,
Frightened of the days I lost
And the love I could not remember."
I looked to my life's gut and implored
Him: "Your hands cradle what with
All I could accomplish, and not,
All I could ask, all I can't know,
Return my consciousness, I ask,
Return what I had before my
Drift into the sea, cast rejected,
And lost in a nightmare."
The morning nodded, shook my
Greasy sweat tinged hands, me awake,
And fell away distant to the horizon beyond
To become just a rising glint in my eye
A lightly pierced sky appearing before me.
Brent Kincaid Oct 2017
I tried so hard to be kind to you
To excuse the stupid things you do
But something are beyond recall
And deserve no sympathy at all.
Your heartfelt desire to be seen
As some kind of forgiving queen
That lets you give a free pass
To a horrid political horse’s ***
Puts you in a category of shame
And slurs get hooked to your name.

Your a *******, a dufus an a fool
And the little you learned in school
Hasn’t kept stupidity from your door.
You have no idea what your mind is for.
Thinking should not be an hobby
Like picking up stuff from Hobby Lobby
Then dropped when the next cotillion looms.
Brains should not be hidden in back rooms.

You must do research and not believe
The words of shysters or you will grieve
And not assume all is well like fools do
Or you will take us to ruin with you.
When people like you don’t resist
Crooks win. Freedom will cease to exist.
You think you are being kind to villains
And refuse to realize they will **** children
And the old and the non-Caucasians.
That includes Mexicans and Asians.

Yet you tell us stories that they are nice men
And ignore that bigotry has taken hold again.
You sicken me with the dread of seeing
Our future becoming hateful to human beings.
You learned how to emotionally kiss ***
Back in some lost time in your past
And it has turned you into the kind of soul
He let ****** and Mussolini assume roles
That murdered and stole nationally
And took their countries to hell, ultimately.
And that, polite person, is why I call you dufus.
Now you are doing the same thing to us.
Keith W Fletcher Jun 2022
There was a  time
a few hundred years ago when there was a  story
that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare
and the theater in the round how they found a way
to make more money
than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts  
before the game existed
all for profit
all for the people
I'm sure they insisted
no it was not for the people it was a calculated game
of how to blame
others
for failing to receive
their rightful due  
and that's why
the shysters of the day
would sell rich people
one seat
one comfortable place
to watch the show
without any problem
and the poor people
in the cheap seats
they would sell
hundreds more
than were available
why .....?
...why of course its the game of musical chairs
so to speak t
They realized there would be fights  breaking out
with yells and screams
and horrid shouts
that would bring the cops
The  order takers
Order  keepers
to all those fighting
dragging those on the ground away
and then it would be
seats  for all
and more profit
for the ones who did
the deed
of selling the seats  
in planting the seeds
of discontent.
Today there are politician
who choose
to play this game
just the same
as then
as they seek
to overcrowd the poor
  not with cheap seats
but the places
in whicht we live
the inner cities
All iin the same Hope
that the show is for the rich
and the rich will enjoy
all thats there
Prosperity
enough ...hopefully
to pass out the tips
The Leftovers
the bestowed
no one's going to listen
to the poor
the disenchanted
he angry ones
who paid dearly for nothing who got everything
they deserved
according to the ones
who served
those who they believed were worthy people
were the ones ...
....who had power
the  ones who could help them
never realizeing
that they too
were sitting in the cheap seats
you  do ...you get what you pay for
and  you will  pay what you got.
Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.
Andrew Rueter Jan 2020
What is Free File?
Not someone sexually attracted to the inexpensive, that's a freephile.
Not the potions you start Diablo with, those are free vials.
Not a useful new shower pan, that's pre-tiled.
Free File is a deal between the government
and tax preparation companies like H&R Block
for the government to not create its own tax prep software
this software could be released for free
and the uniformity would benefit tax processing
but this would hurt—maybe destroy— the tax prepping industry.

The government capitulated... obviously.
The government asked for a concession from the tax preppers:
offer free tax prep to people in lower tax brackets
but clients are marks for siphoning
and the poor contain the largest pool of marks
so of course these financial advisors did everything they could
to hide financially beneficial information from their clients
of course Intuit just got in trouble for hiding TurboTax Free File
adding code to block it from Google and other search engines.

What is Free File?
A capitalist's answer to subverting capitalism
their product is antiquated
so they anchor down society
so it doesn't pass them by
multitudes of businessmen halt progress for selfish gain
automation frees us from soul-draining work we need to live
to pay bills to shysters who nickel and dime us.

In this age of hypercapitalism
where entire industries are built upon
lobbying the government to make progress illegal
the government's solution
is to ask these capitalists to sell their product for free.
They speak your mind when you've no mind of your own,
vote for the shysters and they'll take your home.

don't be afraid to speak for yourself.

they say
seek and you shall find
but that's just them
speaking your mind.

We know that the system ain't right,
but who's going to mend it?
not them
they'll defend it to the end.


and the end is where we all will be
if you let them speak for you and me
get real
if you feel it ain't right
it ain't right.
Dada Olowo Eyo Jun 2020
The world is on edge,
And rightly so, too,
From caskets strewn like *******,
To withdrawn funding for WHO;

Like something off a horror story,
What's left is for reanimated dead,
Flesh eating, mindless monsters,
Only lead to the friggin' head!

Pulpit shysters, con men of the cloth,
Boasting, the battle is theirs, not the Lords,
Dared the unseen guest, profanely,
All is well, now, laying between nailed boards;

Somewhere, in the dark continent,
The tropics had all the heat,
Coronavirus surely couldn't stand,
Well seated, many dead, no signs of retreat;

Far East, some crazy, mad scientists,
Playing with their bio toys,
Cook up another RNA weapon,
The Communist, westward, someday deploys;

It's the WWIII,
We eagerly awaited,
Shame, it's fought without explosions,
What a sight! To see civilisations obliterated!

Depopulation strategy of the antichrist,
Yes, he made mention during a talk,
****, he can't even protect his operating system,
From which he made his billions bulk;

Led by an African,
Surely he couldn't be that smart,
Misled the greatest civilisation?
Oh dear! From where do we start?

Our people have never known better,
Good governance is a pipe dream,
Here's another scheme to enrich politicians,
Juicy donations flowing in like a stream;

The big pharms engineered this,
Let loose something to **** millions,
Scramble, make a show, of concern,
Develop a vaccine, rake in the billions.
The truth's out there, somewhere.
It gets slightly biblical
more so than political
when they talk about the
judgment day
and
they argue anyway
about when and what form it will take.

I hope it breaks upon them when they're
taking tea at Simpsons
or buying polo shirts
in the Burlington Arcade

but that's not nice and so I 'can it '
because I can and so I do it.

and in future from now on

I'll think good about those shysters who hang about the cloisters

oops.
Yenson Dec 2023
I have not found misery
But contentment and liberating Light
amongst ladened pygmies I stand head and shoulders above

So lets pity the Dividers
and the sordid indulgences of shysters
charlathans liars blamers decievers scallywags and larcenists

Tis the sweat off my brow
my aspiration and endeavours upholds
as does millions of others who in honest toil thrive and profit

Sham politburo hooligans
state half-wits spit anachronistic slogans
our Witchfinder General seeing silver spoons in meritocracy

Lazies do as lazy does
Never learning but heedlessly agitating
Puerile minds dividing projecting smearing and intimidating

Maniac fantasists deluded saps
Disingenuous failures hiding in plain sight
Cheats and sinners in glasshouses throwing stones

Dime store mobsters
Confused minds in haze exporting confusion
Mired in hate envy and jealousy they alienate enterprise and success

It’s monarchs it’s the elites
Well worn lies and excuses for the work-shy
There’s opportunities aplenty but dumb blamers point fingers

You can’t tell the truth
That you want something for nothing
That you’re the greedy and entitled sourly prodigals

Reds with red faced shame
dunce revolutionaries in Quixotic faux pas
the problem rests in you as you wallow in the divisive stench
whirling in the windmills of your rancid minds

He who took on the mantle stands
he who toiled hard to better himself stands
he who crossed oceans stands and even built more than you
with all your privileges what have you done to make yourselves
feel proud - oh yes, you throw stones and hide hands - bravo!!........ bravo!!
Yenson Aug 2019
simple wiggins from hanky panky
lucre snatchers, con artists and hatchet jobbers
conjoiners fleecers and dastard pirates and blighty racists
all in the mix waiting for a fix to put the licks on an unexpected brick

simple wiggins twisting and turning
crooks from nooks and dopes with hapless hopes
takes on a softwood that turns out an oak that's no joke
now they're all in a tizzy frizzing and frazzling in dazzling dizzy

simple wiggins confused and nonplussed
flinging pans, pots an kitchen sinks cause they're ****** finks
plans astray and lies exposing they're decomposing pansies in panic
shamed, belittles in prattles, rattling as dumb cows in stinging nestles

simple wiggins oafs without loaves
liars and shysters wanting unearned pearls and oysters
foul bullies in foul follies ganging a set-up con for purloining lollies
using all fooled cannon-fodders as watchers, informers an performers

simple wiggins thieves and chalk scums
go dig your rig and rind your grid for your putrid grimy tosh
undermined criminals in urinals politicking garbage to your trash
most now see your game for you're lame in your shameless lanes
Yenson Jan 2019
The green bicycle with the phone first sign
rode up the hill past the pink house
with the tell-tale  grey cat that runs
around the Italian Bakery who makes
bread with rainbow patterns on them.

In the cornfield a scarecrow looks on
as a little girl screamed for mama
and from the hull of a boat in the Harbour
a voice rang out shouting No No No!
then all went silent and silence ruled.

A man with a horse face walked down a straight path
carrying cheese in his shoes for lunch
and saw a rainbow in the horizon
but a little ball went flying past his head.
he muttered I don't need a cap my head is just fine
He has a beer belly and a big *****

Then three or four men came running past
heading for a midnight rendezvous
and saw a daisy chain hanging on another path
by the Green meadow a woman in grey stood
looking for number fifty to do some Art

In the corner an Arab man sang a song of betrayal
someone said can we trust again my friend
the village idiot said he has a thousand fleas in his head
a doctor walked past carrying a skeleton rattling
someone said I'll tell you all later

The town is spinning the anodynes and shysters
filling a disinterested mind that's owns scorns for lowlife
a mind too calm and positive for **** from depraves
who cares what an idiot think or watches the dance of fools
the worms really think every mind is the same
they are writing a wedge for a chasm made by the
They think they matter because they are in gangs..
I barely notice fools and cowards enslaved by psychopaths

they've had twenty five years and still can't do my head in
what a load of useless clowns and nonentities.
Yenson Aug 2019
Man laughs at disgraced thieves
white dregs who couldn't find pride
to work and earn but rather steal from neighbors
he laid their shame and disgrace in their faces

Man walk in glory and success
from his sweat and all he had he earned lawfully
He wears Gucci and shines like morning glory
an upright decent man with courage and bravery his keep

Thieves whites, boiling in shame and worthlessness
decides to discredit and ruin this gleaming edifice
gangstalking is the game on contract of the underworld
thieves, crooks, dregs and lying ******* all from ghetto land

throw mud and pay anyone to join the party of shame
twist facts and bend truths just be sure to paint him bad
we cannot rest till we drive him to suicide or make him mad
get all involved spin the lies and put him in a spin

The white liars and evil minded thieves are experts at this
made him jobless and wife-less, friendless and unsupported
hounding and bullying, name calling and mudslinging
the man must go down or else our shame and disgrace is exposed

they have been at it from 1985 till now, never has this been known
they have used every criminal gang-stalking tricks in the book
that god fearing and innocent still stands upright and in light
I've done nothing wrong, I fear no one, not even the mafia of Bow

He tortured, in pain, crying and suicidal, no way said the man
you are doing all those and more for your consciences bothers
one single man  stands fearless before the mob, thieves an shysters
while onlookers speak behind of that great man that shames these
thieving useless, immoral, indulgent, despicable thieving white

Dregs who steals and cheat and lie and bully rather than put in a
hard days work.
They just don't say it to their faces, because they are all immigrants
afraid of reprisals from thieving thugs and vandal barbarians
They truth is already out there and that man won the moral victory
Behind your backs they have no respect or regard for all of you
the foreigners know you are no better than fools, idiots, work-shy scums and thieves, with petty minds and petty lives.....

Its as tragic for you all criminals and lowlifes as that
Put what ever lying gloss you like on the truth.....
Yenson Sep 2019
By the Power vested in Me
by virtue of my Privileged upbringing
my shinning Silver Spoon and proper education
my balanced wholesomeness and mannered wit and wisdom

I therefore command
right away and with immediate effect
that all you angst-ridden dumb-*** coward haters get to work
all you inadequate ill-trained semi-illiterates
all you cheap dastard coward no-hope bullies
all you feral delinquent immature adults with afflictions
all you ignorant and deplorable fascists and racists
all you envious and jealous untalented mediocre
all you simpletons and dolts who are mere sheep
all you blaggers and shysters unworthy and disgraced
all you clown fanatics from the school of Socialism for Dummies
all you raggle taggle misfits and crazies from comic book Anarchy

If You All
Don't get to doing your cheap shills
and start writing your **** and planting your seeds
mixing the Trust with the Betrayal withe the Rainbow
screaming the Nos with the Italian and the Wood green
hollering the fat belly and the shorty with shoe cheese
getting to the bones of the Pink and eight to six bedding's
If you All Wankers don't get to your ***** deeds
right away
And start exhibiting your stupidity and puerile insignificance

I WILL, I promise you I WILL
I MEAN IT, I WILL
pick up this phone and call My Friend
call again and again and make contact
talk of old times and our silly laughter
I will charm her and write poems for her
make her know that cream is always the best
and mahogany royal makes the best wood in town
we'll cruise around and eat ice-cream in the park
and laugh our heads off at dumb petrol bandits

So COME ON WANKERS OF COMMON LIFE
HATERS AND BULLIES AND RED LOONIES
get to your multiple accounts
call out the mental specialist and the gang of Checking MORONS
YOU'VE GOT A JOB TO DO
NOW GET TO IT
By VIRTUE OF MY SILVER SPOON
I COMMAND YOU UNDERLINGS
NOW !!!
Hahaha......hahaha.....hahahaha
Satire on the Trumpmeister, who is looking red in the face right now
any resemblance to anything else is a figment of your imagination
we British have a sense of humour....
Hahaha....hahaha...
Yenson Jun 2020
If you could
you would have
long long long ago
all you're tasked with now
is boring boring aimless continuity
which aptly reflects you and your orbit
the union of drones with the repetitive boring task
now you're just cliche exposed pointless and a keystone act
shamed stupid shambling  shambolic shysters and **** sick schmucks
When you've seen it all before
close the door on the way out.

There is nothing about this government that allies itself with the working class,
it's just a shaft of shysters saying you can kiss my ***.

Sad though init?
four or more years of the last lot and now we've got this lot,

a plot?
no!
it couldn't be.

Hide your diamonds in the coal shed lest them ******* think you're too well-fed and plead poverty.

Assisted dying
who's dying to try that?
we need no assistance
except for national assistance
and that's hard to obtain.

A waste?
yes
I was
but look at what this is
unparalleled?
*** me
the party that should be
for you
and for me
is once again
only for them.
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
Yenson Jun 2020
Since when was Goliath
reduced to peddling doubts
like shysters and poor commoners
who steal and claim its our right not to work
for we are fighting for our birthright in our land
given by the Council to foreigners who work and pay taxes
We'll
call it a **** show and
they'll make it a hit show
then your license fee increases,
and for re-runs read home runs
we know that they're creaming it in.

they're dealing from the bottom of the deck
and them shysters in Westminster are up to
their neck in it
and so
we'll call it a **** show.

piggin' sick is not the same
as a pig in clover,
but
we'll get over it
or go under
and sink.

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