*Inspired by the quote*
‘be nice to those on your way to the top, don’t believe your own hype, you never know who you are going to meet on your way back down’
Today, I rant about those who sit on cloud tufted pedestals
Judging others they deem have morals lacking by half and a few.
A pack of dogs who bitch more than females could ever stir up in a stew.
Pre made, customised idol awards-ready to export from china-engraved names for the lot of the little who mew mew .
Talk like a woo fang man — skillz and talents
Big upped up by their mates.
Could you stand without your prop ups.
Really ? Even you?
mixed bred, British bull terriers ending the night in multiple lock jaw — fatalities .
Take you imported ciders, your low suspension alpha Romeo idea mentalities
Get back to banter.
Not discussing events or ideas but foreign people unlike your garbled, stiff upper lips , sipping pints of Bloody Sunday.
There’s a lucky clover . A rainbow that ends with a holiday in Dover.
Go back to milking your 5 minutes of arrogance
waking the neighbours in a condescending dialect.
Sounds like every other branded cattle breed that goes Moo.
Go on, size each other up and go who the fuck are you?
Uttering words about actions you could never lower yourself to do.
Dare take a peek behind you
I see an out line of X-rayed, wannabe Bruce lees
Heads fucked up with inside battles
Wasted winnings gambled on a fight with their own inner D,J. shadows-
Naive thoughts plant a flag thinking they’ve conquered the art of rhetoric kung fu
Here’s a curve ball
Bounce to lyrics of Mc masters — obey to tasting your words with Salt n Peppa.
Female goddess emcees rule .
Shag your generic Sia sheep who keep their mouths shut.
Listen to your eloquent bullshit — the stench left over makes dissidents mouths open
these open minded soldiers
Barely keeping down their own spew.
These boys never compromise their morals-
Make a mistake
wake up next to a Lancashire blow up Doll from last nights sexist shenanigans-
Supping the remnants of their 2 for 1 cocktails of diluted pitchers of woo woo .
Imagined a girl shouting Woo hoo.
Keep up this rhyming — dilly day and strive to look out for Hissen
Congregate in a penniless free style masonry , boy scout coven.
Listen to the cult and obey to the commandant of looking out for you Sen.
Knives ready to back stab stray wildlings of independent thought
And the balls to disagree with your collective A-(lpha) mens.
I’m standing here-
A free bird-wild and crazy.
these dawgs gave up their wings to live in a prison
Submissive Howling at the cycles of the moon-
YMCA village people — cutting verses to ward off open mouthed females — pouring out lyrics in a new shade of crimson.
They get to fly-
Kiss the sky-travel to new notions on a whim.
Watch the pack follow who they think is their leader for getting one, witty joke in.
Do the hokey pokey
Point a nicotine stained, skeletal finger ,
At the lass who refuses to stay lowkey.
Light up a roll up , Climax on giving your brethren’s token blow job.
Exhale the bullshit — macho man hype , leave the women to battle the heat in the kitchen — we know how to turn down a knob.
Don’t forget yo mama’s rule
blow to cool
let the butter melt before you take a bite of that corn on your cob.
Yellow pissheads aint never done no wrong.
Eat snow —
times up — stamina let you down with your pelvic thrusts .
Premature ejaculation interrupted your flow.
Are you still hard ?
Can you carry on ?
ladling out soft serves of ice cream .
Even the ladies trailing round the dog pound
Fake their orgasms when they scream.
It’s out of pity — you mad Heads –
Christmas is coming
wrap up warm in your knitted wu hoo woolly jumper
Don’t forget your gloves after your hump her .
Cordoned off crime scene
she’s dead behind eyes.
Just cos you got blue ball syndrome
Don’t make it right
to dig up a corpse-to pleasure your Sen with taunts.
Yeah, making out
you’re perfect gentleman is easy
when you’re signed up to the inner dating necrophilia brand groupie fan website
The big issue is:
you’re a sell out.
Cry on with lies , look to the misfits
the Others to despise-
Lose the disguise.
We see through the fist bumps,
Dry stained tear streaks .—
Read between the lines — cut your teeth on kiwi limes
Hey diddle diddles!
A round of applause for the next free faller who can muster out a few riddles.
Watch out for when the clouds disperse
and you land up
back at the bottom-
ass hitting cobblestones –
Here’s a pound for a pack of Kleenex tissues to wipe away those little dribbles .
We’ve all got urban dictionary ,Grinch behaviour issues.
*for all the ladies who get a bad rap and have listen to their local men attempt to big up their own Woo (pie) Clan
Just a bit of fun 😀
And a bit of the true Wu tang