Pride

What awards has Nobel given?
What estates has he blessed?
Where is the evening out of his grace?
What is a school tomorrow for his pride?
When is the State alive for what could be planned?
How long is the dictionary lane to the organised meeting?
What is the roughage of the shit of a Psychological Degree;
When all it still is is property, Flag and the Celebrity Centre of Scientology?
What has the medic done in England?
What is a GP to the boy scouts and girl guides handing out cookies in America?

#MyBookieWookie ^ LSD
Time controllers again and no awards
Verification
Leader by attribution
No other nation
Tibet cannot be Rwanda
They list the causes
They control the donations
Now he sighs when all is branded
Now he complains when his Indian sex orgies have been commanded
What is the complaint that Arjuna knew to give Krishna
Once a nervous breakdown, always unreliable.

For why do you war, Russell, and shit on the talk show couch?
What are these laws you speak over & why does Jimmy Kimmel and Matt Damon make you say “ouch”?
Who did what to whom when Rishiboy graced the world,
With a flash of Depakote for Epilepsy on the BBC?
When Aishwarya wore leather for Wossy?
And his fat ugly wife bought shares on Images on the computer?
When is a King so inert?
When his Princeship is codes in a predicted poet?
When is his child so revert?
When blondes are their prediction from a poet?

Slow down there tiger and lets lets,
For Akaash Rani that you won’t let go…
I know all the biographies of demonic English writers
When will you share with us this Krishna,
For God’s sake, surely, that is what we’re having a go at?!

With

(Yo Mama)
The Pharcyde on Cassette in the 1990s
So tell them Noam as you hide your plans
To dominate the world as Plato from victory land
That Israel is Is it Real for the worst of human kind
And shit on a Church that Bill Clinton still wants to teach Russell Brand to find.
Give us the tape from Hulk Hogan, sir, of your cock being sucked
For the losers in Haridwar that Will Smith taped to touch
Then, maybe then, you’ll see the Rish out in public land
As the worst horror of politics so old, white and demented for anger to understand.

What were your local elections and how do you follow the teacher
For Abishek using Aishwarya too many times in print
Run the hurdles in your private schools on English land for a stint
Turn around that fashion in the world of time
Pity the failure you see in Rohan and Ritesh that is not karma…
Give Peter McDonald one more try
For an essence of Indian law courts with Jenny Afia and a Jewish creampie.
Once

#FreeTibet is not my organisation
I wrote #TibetForever because we were 1990s Scientology

Little Intellectual Boy Lost

Why do I see the things that I do?
Little things and big things deranging my vision through and through
Buddhafield electrifying the Boogaloo
Stumbling blocks to my learning
Late night travelling home from Nasser Uncle’s house, far outside of Birmingham
Sending my brother some love as we don’t fight about the roller skates
Debating the culture
A couple of legal vultures
Parents from antiquity
Fish and Chips from the Chippy
Star games on the arcade machine while they talk to the owner they know
Met the daughter some decades later, walking around Harborne
That’s not Walthamstow
Round and around from a Junior School game of Rounders
Flounder from the Little Mermaid
The black High School shut down of Home Invasions
The Propaganda models are the State of the Nation
And Rees Mogg is debutant on the high school stage
Selling us faux pas rage as the dancers play in the cages
The vaginas are talking alone again
The monologues are long and longing for me
I am the pauper celebrity
The fish in the ocean
The oxen on the lawn
Something like a cosmic consciousness to pawn
{Paw Paw Bear}

//


It was all there
When me and my brother played
Stay
A database in the cities of Angels
Aware of Nicholas Cages angles
Annoyed with Meg Ryan for trying
Lying and lying about the rage
Settling up with planes what man can’t know on the ground
Sealing the deal with furies when the poor man can’t be found
So down played
Soppy and played out
Singing in the showers
Alone for hours and hours
A passionate man
A flower loving member of a men’s group clan
Shouting in his own way about shanty towns
Blowing the wind when the Pakistani chants down the runway for a 100 mph bowl in an over at The Oval
What’s square about Waqar and Wasim now?
Not expanding and contracting consciousness
But expanding and explaining the world.
Two daughters in other guises
Spending what money they could find from parents who were kind
A bus driver and a lover’s son
Someone who made Jalandhar number one
Against all odds and murderous affairs
Stolen inheritance and plans for dancers everywhere
Looting London and Central School of Speech and Drama
Turing it into the Centred School for Trolls of Peace and Sharma’s Dharma
So the bug could be planted in PC World for the frigging girls to find when the owned the world
Loss of Schools
Forests for the fools
Shooting arrows in Warwick Castle as ascended actors well versed in Ritesh’s karmic affair…
Neet Mohan was everywhere
Instagram did not make sense
Julia Roberts listened to Jeremiah Blues
The Priests tried standing on their heads as a corpulent defence
Spending the Royal Crown
Keeping poor people down
Free Yoga Classes on the NHS
Something for the Pension Pot I think and I think your evolution makes no sense

  • Teacher Mr Psychiatrists of things in foreign lands
  • Breast wished Madhuri Dixit for legs akimbo in Aishwarya Rai’s Bachchan land
  • 1980-2020 doesn’t look so expensive now
  • Let’s lets
  • Do you think?…
  • Nurses worry about Slander now…
  • 1990 Israel
  • 2000s Iran
  • Ahmedinajad at the UN
  • Prince Charles does not let us eat Paan
  • (William is trying to act at the UN like James Caan)

… and no Doctor

Good Dancers

India has good dancers
It’s just a question of degrees
And how hot you are feeling
When those moves are not for me.
It’s not as if they drink with you down the pub
Or let us shop in their shops and buy some food
As their birds wear DKNY
And say things about the Gora that are quite rude.

Maybe they know the lightbulbs in the galaxy
As they twist them side to side
And dance like dumb dancing silent majorities
In movies with their Indian national pride.
But we wont be seen with them
As they integrate another thing black and blue
Next to black Sociologists
And the things the just can’t get through.

Like administration
For The Queen’s nation
So compassionate to pricing the swathes of empty millions of acres
Watering the crocodile and feeding the cobra milk
Soft as legislative silk and the Indian artist is silent
Like Abishek and Aishwarya in Guru
Churchill’s forgotten designated survivors
Photographed in black and white for Mao’s history talkers

Names and dates for Victoria Coren Mitchell
Shapes and sounds for Andrea Corr
And Russell Brand’s children…
{Seemingly better than the ones he did drugs with}

Suck Sex

The intelligence
The weak legs
I have confidence problems
The lied about me in The Maya;
Said my pants were on fire
Aishwarya’s stocks were higher
Than Kim Basinger in my youth
Alcohol was not yet 100% proof
The blonde walks away
Pretty Woman (IMDb) has sway –
Boring 1980s is all I have to say!

The gang is due to meet soon
School is memory
Sand dunes
Arabic longing
Scenes and isness sightly
Those are some city lights.
I like to try
Grasping and clinging
Diving into the City
My guys, the sky and I.

There is a tower of knowledge
Some people tried College.
My parents left me with Buddha
He could not be my brother:
Am I the State Trooper’s keeper?
It’s time to see the city sleeper.

The largest social media company
Can’t keep me company
I am alone
All by my mobile phone
Bullying no-one for their clone
Letting companies alert that I will be moving home
… So much To Lettings
… dreams and forgettings
// Since 1993 when the bailiffs left me
Without my own home and a sad family …
Waiting to be number one.
There is no space for number 237
… or even 632//

Noble Amazon crew
Get a job selling books
Getting no dirty looks
Freedom and some freezing nights up late
Trying the mass media approach right now
Something about Krishna
Bart Simpson: “Don’t have a cow!”
The censors jumped
My sensibility said “Ow!”

Do you know how we can adapt
Stuck in so many traps
So I can publish and let the market be
Settled on the settee for who is domestic
Then I can engender gender, differences and sexuality
So the Free Market knows I am up to no tricks.