The certain thing of life is sold
To the Muslim traveller being old
And wise before the latent clique
That does not speak.

Seldom is wisdom when horror is blend
And mergers are acquisition
For murders and blind trends.
But the Master is a lover in the hours of the night
When the maiden is a voyage for fantastic flights and lights
That go up and down
With the approval and frown
Of a man who was watching
The sadness of Derren Brown.
Hope was not wallowing in the furlong of a bullet
That knew one mind was equal to another that go through
Anything. Poet. Lover. Extraordinary affair.
The stairs were unaware one day
Of what was underneath them…
Step by step, melody and methodical:
There was a logical vulture to the legal culture
That made the New Age nurse feel well.
Swelling with scientific pride –
Proud as Paul Rudd for a charity ride
With the Doctor who?
Phoebe is an ancient accent for your friend
And the desire
Make amends
Teacher
A psyche: Would you prefer Offa’s Dyke
For an unfair flamboyant fanciful frilly knick
Or do I steal your glory when Christmas comes round without St Nick
More than once a year
All the sum of all your fears
Hours of i-Phone are near
Global Philosophy
2012 was upon me: Mayan counters at the tills of Animal Farm
The Dr who worked for bonus was only dicking around.
Ahmisa
Colloquial
Sweltering
Sexual lust is a must on the BBC –
With children 3 after two for a new redoing
Of the being of The Queen and her nuclear family scene.
Where have you been in the Real Politik
When Mugabe was not a coffee trader
And lions knew strangers.
With or without the gun
Bono will always be Number One
Where is your cerebral celebrity
To tell me about my local polity?
Is it in court that you knew a good Christian?
Is in the Times Law Report that you found out how to spell mystery?
Could it be you have fallen in love –
And some helpless child has been deprived some Beloved.
Doves used to coo long before coons used the number 2:
Clouds used to part before Jehovah learned a baby’s art
Of farting unimpressed with the undressed humour of aged laughter
Cloned by the son and daughter regiment.
Army. Is not military. What technology meant.
Can you predict a dictum
With Aphrodite knowing all your names too?
What is art to you as you harass the boss
Of a self employed cost
Given to every rise
Of his own pride?
Type away
Billie Holiday
She was not black to the fact in the man with a dirty Mac.
Apples were apples when men were clever
And grades were just given when machines knew forever.
The Marxist who is a Socialist leaves room in his fist for this
And that when the drinker is a prat before the hostile Doctor.
Proctor and Gamble know the sample
Of ample timing to ruin The Queen’s English.
With H’inglish
& Paki’s Out.
Wasim and Waqar had fancy cars that mother and daughters

Talk
Listen
Hear
It will not be battered
Fish can chip and put anything where The Bhagavad Gita really mattered.

A Muslim who new what to do once said
Let the Physician heal himself while Jesus just bled
And let Allah play alone with the clouds in ‘this guy’
Spied on
Lied on
Ego’d on
Egged on

Mr Egg is not Soho
For all that blown cash and lost stash for light under the Fir Tree
When nothing as wrong with thee
Mr Chemistry.
How many friends do you have tonight?
Mr readalong.
How many Democrats does it take to change your Baubles?
Mr my dick is long.
How many languages speak of Christmas at the start of a medical meeting?
Mr strong and brewery
How much did you ask for from the politest police and Law Society?

So when a satisfied customer tuned in
Bring in the noise
Find your voice
The next word is ‘and’.
Clandestine lovers cost brothers.
This land is for England and not the planned thespians
Driving plans
TV (outdated) plans
Remote viewing & blue review outdoing
Birmingham Grand Central
And City Hall is not for Mental Health.
Wealth Management is not Birmingham’s way
Now that the clock cried B.T. once
And finance is not applicable for the second comeuppance of footsie in the …

[Police view the Media]
What weed d’ya need
After George Bush’s retired feed…