Mrs T (ah men)
What's up maam? you wanna do something crazy?
Mrr T stepped up to the Ritz and moved her entourage in
Sin.
se
she hammered all the pointless nails in
the coffin
Bin Collections stopped
Unions cropped
like the crew cut crew who
stamped on the Small Island in eighty two
phew could've been serious
instead delirious
old Lady, sorry Baron
ess
All that bling Mrs T sign on sign in lie the millions you signed off signed out
and where's that Old Clout ?
Did you give it to Mr Shout About Europe
while his foot steps in the stirrup
of
the Crazy Horuxes that canter around the country in black terrifying cloaks of poverty
who let the dogs out ?
was it you Mrs T?
as if by sac magique its Time for your tea for the Ritz Baroness
yes
on the polite little table , in the room, on the hill, sits the Lady Baroness, nobody cares
except the Cesar! Ritz
fits and starts
lays and farts
horses and carts
over to you Bart
eat my shorts because that's all that's left made by bad apples in bad apple land soemwhere in
Hong Kong Harbour
did we loose that one ?
when we traded opium for tea one hundred and forty years before
when you look at it it's all about drugs Mrs T we live by them and we dies by them
and as the tea ceremony begins with typically British Chinese American Tea
(And very strong Argentinian coffee)
Eleven Years it took to wake up and smell the coffee
enjoy our tea Mrs T
you've burned it
and there's no more milk left in the tit
take it with bitter lemon
that old Earl Grey like her Majesty
a tapestry called
still guily
after all
these
years
tears,
fears
queers
peers
cheers,
Mrs T.
at the Ritz,
there out past the nets goes the cod wars out into the colds North Atlantic Treatise
freeze
like the poor and the poor pensioners
not like Mrs T
at the Ritz
who's lost her wits, while here subjects for evermore will never forget
her writs.
Amen
Another banking caped crusader caper
As the big wall collapses, the bricks fall like Tibetan slaves,
Stern faces kill to satisfy powers, craves
Whine the wars in the world of peace.
Dismantle peace, village by global village. Piece by local police
Persons with guns roam the global streets armed with arms
Called eviction orders ad construction orders prescription orders and farms
That grow old the old people and feed the young people weeds –by-stealth
That give the bio fuel of capitalism the perception of wealth health
While official figures different to yesterday show latest figures of shadows
Of children put in jail, no chance of bail for the dollar a day kids
Tethered like goats, slaughtered like humans, labelled like veg, reported like vids
And whilst Baghdad the father of civilisation treated like an accused father
Is Homerized and painted in stars and stripes in blood and guts rather like Itchy and scratchy kill and maim and stab for fun they make money for Cyberspaces or labels; we are told by doctors if we are sane and fit for the works.com / Jerks.com
And that our little hitlers? Should all stand up and swear to a ‘Queen’ -'history states', mate.
Our space is not, Another fucking parking lot
Yet the movie runs on, except there is no projector
That adds up human misery and displays the news that is our existence.
Easter moves – we don’t Move, confront un-truths
A British scientist has won a $1 million international award for his work using chemical fossils
Highlife
The most important Ayoreo ritual is named after asojna, the nightjar; when the birds call was first heard it heralded the rainy season
and lastly
“ we are overcome by anguish at this illogical moment of humanity”
Epitaph
The Angry World March 17th 2008
Millions of paper people rescue billions of pieces of paper
The fascist state states that the fascist state states the truth and what you are is not what you should have been.
They made rulers made from trees that measure our right to see the woods or the trees
This is it Neo, today there is only a calculator
More news – UK set for freezing Easter(national Assistance)(lowlife) insanity not community
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