If I said starving Somalians make illuminate rub their hands with glee
would you still see me as a personalised MTV in 3D to be rewarded with some sordid applaud
It's easier to camouflage the basis
of our relationship with entertainment status
since you're the secondary beneficiary of empirical tyranny
though together we're bar codes to the primary families
Their lobbied secretaries scribble soundbites and shuffle them into secular circles for mass consumption
then recline in a malaise of moralised masturbation
And it only warrants a wince if you're not convinced that kate's actually a princess and horse-mouth a prince
Systematic that the system's adequate in establishing a more than satisfactory dragnet
and it's pragmatic mathematics that a fraction will not be attracted to the magnet
so a raging Briton staging a sit-in outside St Paul's
can paraphrase scarface
all I have is my word and my balls
Myself ?
I'm no more high brow than low grade calico so as I speak see this as an introduction to a geek. Not to self deprecate
but I will perpetuate centuries of hate if you will keep trying to attach that rusty chain AND dangle my strings
I'd challenge your altruistic supportive chorus of Arab springs
and cloak and dagger benevolence
See I tuck Brits into neat boxes of fuck whits
effete tossers, wannabe beat coppers and abstaining cock blockers
Don't take offence
That's the manifestation of artistic licence.
You wanna hear when I get anarchic stepping on toes of god knows but it's cathartic since the devil consistently prompts me to host him
but I'm the blood type of the 13 percent
the afterbirth of malfunctioning desent
banged up in the prison of religion and bailed out by atheism
I'm a Soledad brother with monty's
python
If you can get down with that
...........
nice one
Now being far more cynical than stereotypically critical
I write as a conditioned reflex to
relay the rudiments of relativism
My story is verbally high tec with a core of simplicity
The same as ultra modern domesticity in design but defined in the mind
We spend too much time accommodating nonsense
It would help if time stood still
the slate was wiped for us to re-write our own invites and we could chill
But don't we love our metropolis
these fucking toilets
where I went from being a good bloke to a footnote with a hook
Generalisations being speculations based on groundless equations
and one love is closer to one big joke to be remote ; and I quote
Thank the almighty hostess there's a process of osmosis
though I don't welcome blud, bruv, fam, big man, or the Trojan affection
Yous can go take a run and jump
I couldn't give a smelly dump of an aqua lump
See an egg is not a shell
It's only the outer frame that's seeped in the game of dividing and conquering as the first step of engineering the end product of profiteering
Facts are wrapped in bullshit
made too complex for you to consider having a bar of it
In the great scheme of fake dreams we'll be forgiven for
climbing over each others tears for a lifetime of being survival driven
where lucifer's only task is altering his mask
he cottoned on to four and eight bar timing and
manipulated sociopathic rhyming but he's just chasing
I'm still climbing
When i hit the summit I'll rest
And though he'll try his best
I'll be drifting on a raft of my cleft
dissipating fermented shock waves
For I'm repelled from the 87% stock of voluntary slaves
to merge enlitenment in the psychedelic veins of autumn leaves
and fission with nitrous oxides, floating violin strings , channel hopping psycho kinetic encyclopaedias and bio-degradable orgasms,
I've deflected the viral pandemic of egos , the synergic waltz of treasurers and taxpayers , cunts and victims
for the seduction of transcendental evolution fuelled from ambrosian muscles of Guyanese mango
the peripheral is far preferable to the narrow orbit of your inner circles
where a birds eye turns into poetry
What's laughable is who you think I am
Now get your head out of your ass ,
in the pram
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