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Let’s Do The Deal

In this day and age it’s all about presentation
You have to play the part to appease public opinion
You’re somebody’s mother, sister, little baby
You’re so prim and proper, a real lady
After a date it’s just a simple kiss
I’ve got one thing to say — suck this!
I know you’re willing and able
Let’s put our cards on the table

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

From the cave, to the mansion, to the space station
There’s a price to pay for every basic transaction
You want a solid roof over your head
You want to sleep safe and warm in bed
Clothes on your back, ring on your finger
Handbags, shoes, things that really matter
I don’t care about your airs and graces
Take all your masks off all your faces

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

Do you have goods and services to trade
Get busy wheeling and dealing, or get laid
Who told you life is easy peezy
Who told you the world is lemon squeezy
Caring and sharing? You are mistaken
Learn to give and take, or be taken
We can do the business and call it romance
Lead us all on a merry song and dance

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

Who told you life was a bed of roses?
Who told you to be one of the lost causes?
Life is a bed of nails covered with thorns
Life is wild animals thrusting their horns
Lust and hunger and fear are the driving forces
Feed your appetite, take control of the sources
It’s dog eat dog, it’s eat or be eaten
Life is death for those who are beaten

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To know you have to deal
To pay for your next meal
Tell me, how does it feel?
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Make History

I am History
If you want to make me
You will have to take me
I do not care for willy-nilly
I am not for the faint of heart
I am not for the arty fart
Only big and hard gets me
I am a bitch goddess
If you want my peachy ass
You will have to bugger me
Spread my legs to reveal
You need balls of steel
Only a blitzkrieg satisfies me
Enter and thrust your way to Power
This virgin Age you must deflower
Start as you mean to go on taking me
Father Time is tick-tocking away
Mother Earth awaits your dying day
Keep them at bay by making me
Rise, rise above the common herd
Or be trod on as another piece of turd
Lay claim to your right to ravish me
You are a man who will die before he begs
You deserve your place between my legs
With that pen write your Name all over me
If you want to make me
You will have to take me
Only then will you be History!!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Hit Him Where It Hurts

God raged, “ I created Man in my own image
But he has turned out to be an ass!”
In His wrath He decided to punish Man by creating Hell

But Man gleefully walked over that bed of fire
God controlled his anger, and began to think coldly …
He created Woman

Since that day Man has lain in her bed countless times
But not once has he ever managed to walk over it …
What are the chances he ever will? (Ha ha ha!)

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Miscellaneous

Unfinished Beginning

Been sitting here for hours
I’m aching all over … I feel so lonely …
I need someone to talk to
But no one seems to come my way;
Come on, kid, get your coat and go somewhere
Just walk, walk anywhere…

It’s worse out here
I can see a couple cuddling in a quiet corner
Look at them … they seem to be satisfied with life
Unaware and not caring who goes by …
But me — I don’t want to watch in on someone else’s show …

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What Went Wrong

Car headlights and the street-lamp outside
Cast shadows on the wall
And the way I’m feeling
I don’t like it at all;
The ceiling seems to hang over me
Like a thick cloud reflecting my misery
And the door doesn’t keep out anything
Your memory still comes creeping in …

What went wrong with a love so strong
I thought it would but it didn’t last for long
What went wrong, what happened to our song
The one where we would hum a tune
And the whole world would sing along.

Found a note on the mantle-piece
To say why you were leaving
You never said a word
And I had no way of knowing;
But, honey, please remember, wherever you go
Whatever you do
If things don’t work out
You still got me to turn to.

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What’s Going On

I can’t understand you at all
Making a promise which you now break
You said you’d come if I was to call
Now you tell me it was all a mistake;
I’m confused, I can’t comprehend
Depended on you so much
But now that you’ve let go of my hand
I’m out of touch.

What’s going on
Everybody is making up
But you and I
We are breaking up
What’s going on
They’re all coming together at the start
But you and I
We are getting further and further apart.

You give me a crazy reason
You’ll still love me when you’re gone
But it’s something to do with the season
And you have to move on;
I’m with you, but not all the way
I’m hoping I misheard
Because it was only yesterday
When you gave me your word.

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This Is My First Date

Sitting in the dark with you by my side
I’m getting nowhere although I’ve tried
I’m watching the movie but I’ve got you on my mind
I wonder …
If I put my hand on your knee
Maybe you would slap my face
But if I was to persist
Would you still resist …

Please try and understand why I hesitate
You see, this is my first date
If I make a mistake please give me another chance
As this is my first romance
I catch on quick, learn real fast
Soon I’ll know how to make it last
Until then try and understand why I hesitate
You see, this is my first date.

You’re so close, feel so soft and warm
I had so much to say
But now the words have slipped away
I know
That as time goes by
And we are not so shy
I’ll tell you what is in my heart
And we will never part.

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On The Other Foot

You turn up out of the blue, I find you standing there on my doorstep
You throw your arms around me and cry out for my help
I would have gladly but you said it wrong
You should have told me the truth instead of saying your love was still strong.

What am I supposed to do – offer you my shoulder?
Because I’m not going to fake the feelings I can”t even remember
I can remember the pain, yes, but things have changed since you’ve been gone
You had it coming, you had it coming, the way you carried on.

You said you would always make the rules, keep it short and sweet
But someone along the way must have got you beat
I thought you’d be the same, I wasn’t prepared for this change
I can see he must have taken it out of you, you’re acting strange;
You’ve taken to biting your nails, it’s not like you at all
One minute you’re talking wildly and the next staring at the wall
Where did it go wrong, why didn’t you see it coming
And why did you stop when you should have carried on running.

And now instead of facing facts you’re just trying to avoid it
But it’s written all over your face, you can’t hide it
Does it have to be this way, do we have to go through this scene
We can’t just go back to feeling the way we did when we were sixteen.

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I Trusted You

You say you’re sorry
It won’t happen again
I’d like to believe it
But starting again would be crazy
You say please forgive me
Don’t you know
It’s not so easy.

I trusted you once before
And I ended up down on the floor
It won’t happen again
You won’t show me up as the fool
I trusted you once before
And you showed me the door
It won’t happen again
This time I’ll make the rules.

Don’t want no woman
To hang round my neck
Hold on tight
And leave me no room to breathe
To climb onto my back
Bang my head with her fist
And place a rope between my teeth.

Don’t want no wildcat
To tease me
Bring me down to my knees
With just one look
To please me
With every move
In the book
(Oh! No! No! No!)

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Showdown At Midnight

She looked at me dirty
And called me a few names
I didn’t take it kindly
And told her to do the same.

She stopped short
Hands on her hips
And said,
“Mister, no man
Can talk to me like that
And get away with it.”

Everything went quiet
You could have heard a pin drop
Out of the window
We could see the moon coming up.

I went for my gun
Had my finger on her trigger
When she shouted, “Stop!
I don’t want to go any further”.
I looked at her hard
And asked if she was joking
she said, “No! I don’t want to
See your gun smoking”.

Well, there’re women that are kind
Drive a man clean out of his mind
And others who are not so nice
If you want my advice
It’s best to stay clear
Of women who take you half the way there.

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I Got The Message

Time and time again
You spit on the hand
That only wants you to hold it;
I don’t think you’re to blame
But I can’t play your game
I’ll just have to learn to do without it.

What is it?
What are you trying to tell me?
Do you want me to beat it?
Why are you so cross?
Could it be
You want me to get lost?

I look you straight in the eye
Your feelings they must be in disguise
Because you sure as hell don’t show them;
You laugh, and yet you know I cry
Still you got the nerve to walk on by
As if to say, it’s not my problem.

I show you everything I am
But you don’t do the same
To make it worse you turn away;
I give you everything I am
But you don’t give a damn
And I had to learn it the hard way.

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Learning To Drive

I’m learning to drive
I’m learning to drive! Yeah!
Beep! Beep!
Here I come
Honk! Honk!
You better run
I’m learning to drive
I’m learning to drive! Wow!

Start the engine
Release the clutch
Step on the gas
Whew, too much!

Look in the mirror
Signal to the right
Change the gears
Hope it turns alright

Car is coming
Hang on –
Okay, road is clear
Drive on.

The engine’s getting warm
The wheels are turning
Not to worry though
The juice is flowing

I’m trucking down the highway
The engine’s ticking, seems to be singing
I’ll just give you a blast on the horn
To let you know I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!!!

How did I do, babe?
Did I pass the test?
I bet you say that to all the guys
Am I – am I really the best?!!

I’ve learned to drive
I’ve learned to drive! Yeah!
Beep! Beep!
She’s on the run
Honk! Honk!
Oh! Look at her come
I’ve learned to drive
I’m a good driver! Wow!!

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When The Feeling Goes (I Go Too)

Please don’t cry
I can’t really explain why
It’s just that too many times I’ve watched love die
And then carry on living a lie;
There’s no need to put myself in jail
The moment love goes stale
I’ve signed no deal, done no wrong
It’s the way I feel – I’m moving on.

And, baby, when the feeling goes
I go too
When the feeling goes
I go too.

There’s no need to fake it
There’s no need to break it
I don’t want to let you down
I don’t want to hang around;
To maybe one day disappoint you
For you to wake up and find I’m boring you
By repeating the same old lines
It’s better to leave than to waste your time.

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Friendly Love

When you feel sad
(When) He’s treating you bad
When you feel pain
You’ve been hurt again.

Come on, come on back
Come on back to my bed
If you want
The friendliest loving you ever had.

If you find it hard to smile
If you cry all the while
And you wish you could find
Someone who would ease your mind.

Babe, forget all the other fools
With me there are no rules
I won’t freeze you dead
I’ll set you on fire instead.

And before the night is through
You’ll see what your loving man can do
I’ll take you places you’ve never been
I’ll make true your every dream.

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Women Of The World

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
One for me, one for you
Any one can satisfy you
Any woman in the world.

High society women love to roll in the dust
English women love taboo lust
Sikh women have the sweetest fruit
Pakistani women would rather you bought them a suit.

African women have the stuff to break your back
White women wish for a stud that’s long and black
Chinese women kick from the hip with a knockout punch
Pakistani women are too busy eating a big lunch.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Sex is their reason for living
When it comes to loving
Women rule the world.

Russian women stand up to you like a man
Arabian women hump like a camel train
American women lie down and put you onto a winner
Pakistani women would rather sit down to a big dinner.

French mademoiselles give you kisses that are named after them
Spanish senoritas are hot enough to give you a suntan
English ladies are real soft apart from their upper lips
Pakistani angels only have excretion outlets in their hips.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Politics is their reason for living
When it comes to double-dealing
Women rule the world.

German women think they can win every race
Jewish women can put them in their place
Eskimo Nell has got heaven in her hips
Pakistani women only orgasm during a good gossip.

Greek women have moves that are classical
Gypsy women have instruments that are musical
Japanese women are technically very modern
Pakistani women only do it in order to have children.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Domination is their reason for living
When it comes to poisoning
Women rule the world.

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Bad Boys (Bad Girls) Do It Good

Good boys are a crashing bore
Good girls never ask for more
Good boys don’t like to go down
Good girls don’t like to move around
Bad boys rock and roll all night
Bad girls push back and squeeze it tight
I’m a bad girl who likes to love dirty
I’m a bad boy who can give you plenty.

When we ‘re both knocking on wood
Then it’s well understood
Bad boys
Bad girls
Do it good;
It’s well understood
Bad boys
Bad girls
Do it good.

You’re a gentleman who knows how to get me hot
You’re a lady but in bed I’ll treat you like a slut
Your loving anger really turns me on
My hot temper never goes before you come
I like my boys to be men to be dominant
Lady, you’ll do anything any way I want
I know all the tricks and I’ll do them gladly
I’ve got all the moves and I’ll love you madly.

Bad boys never ever do as they’re told
Bad girls have a grip that can really hold
Bad boys thrill me when they break all the laws
Bad girls thrill me when they’re on all fours
Good boys can go and take a jump
Good girls should not be allowed to hump
Give me a bad boy each and every night
Give me a bad girl who’s hot and tight.

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I’m Running Away, Mama

I’m running away, Mama
I’ve had more than enough
I’m leaving today, Mama
Your way of life is much too rough
I’m going far away, Mama
To be near the boy I love.

I tried to explain, Mama
But I could never get through
You never saw the pain, Mama
Caused by what you and Papa do
I’m going with a man, Mama
Who loves me more than the two of you.

Please try to understand, Mama
And try to see things my way
I couldn’t live the way people say
I love a sweet man, Mama
Who will love me for ever and a day.

When you think of me, Mama
Remember me the way I used to be
Please try to see, Mama
See the ‘life or death’ need in me
When love got inside me, Mama
He opened the door and set me free …
If you love me set me free.

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Tell Mummy, Tell Daddy

We can’t be seen together on the street
The town library is the place to meet
Rows and rows of books to hide us
Big mouth nosey-parkers can’t find us
Other boys and girls there in the same boat
We’ll get killed if we get caught.

Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
You’re going to the library
Don’t say you love my body
Just say you’re going to study
Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
You’re going to the library
They’ll tell everybody
How hard you study
Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
They’ll be so happy.

Mummy and Daddy are so cruel
But remember the golden rule
They can’t hurt about
What they don’t know about
Cover your tracks, leave no signs
Their little girl is mine, all mine.

Behind the bookshelf can be a squeeze
The sign says ‘Silence Please’
So we’ll make love silently
Till we explode internally
If anyone takes a look
I’m only writing in your book.

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Sexy Little Schoolgirl

You may be under-age but you’re old enough
Skip school and I’ll give you lessons in love
All the books in the world can’t teach you
Open the door to your garden so I can reach you
I’ll be through before the day is done
Oh, baby, your uniform really turns me on.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re ever so sweet, girl
Get into my big car, girl
You’ll go really far, girl
Say you’ll always be my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
You’re out of this world!

The teachers say learn your lessons well
But I can show you lessons they can’t tell
Little darling, I want to be your lover-boy
Come on over here and play with my toy
Please keep quiet about the fruit you’ve tasted
If anyone finds out I’m bound to be arrested.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re such a sweet girl
People say you’re a bad girl
But you make me so glad, girl
I’m so happy you’re my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
You’re out of this world!

You’ve got the greatest legs I’ve ever seen
But they’re nothing compared to what’s in between
You’ve got the honey, I can whip up the cream
Mix together to make true our every dream
Shake it around to create the wildest scene
Rub – a – dub – dub till we both come clean.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re such a treat, girl
Love you for all time, girl
Till the end of term, girl
Then I’ll ask your friend to be my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
She’s out of this world!

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No One Can Aid You Now

You fooled around with every boy in town
But the tables have turned and now you’re the fool
You will waste away crying the tears of a clown
The pain will teach you what you should have learned in school
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

The risk of disease is equal to
The number of lovers with whom you’ve slept
There will be no more fun and games for you
All that’s left is heartache, and regret, and death …
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

You were blessed with beauty from the moment of birth
Your youth was full of rainbows on summer days
Your smile and grace inspired laughter and mirth
Till you connected with a man who went both ways …
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

You can’t live – you can’t love anymore
You should have thought about it before
You can’t love – you can’t live anymore
You should have thought about it before
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Take The Light From My Eyes

I stood there as if I had run into a wall
I stood there as if I wasn’t there at all
His name on your lip
Both of you joined at the hip
Watching you buried me alive there and then
It killed me to see you being taken by another man
But if my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

How could you deceive
Betray everything I believe
I loved you from the start
You are a traitor to my heart
You betrayed my trust
Just to satisfy your lust
But if my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

You spread your legs and moved that way
You arched your back and began to sway
The heat made you moan and groan
You turned round to go down
I was buried alive there and then to see
You doing all the things you did with me
But if my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

I’m going insane, I can’t bear the pain
It kills me to see you loving another man
All my systems are on overload
All my organs are about to explode
My eyes are to blame, they must be punished
Begin with my eyes, they must be finished
If my eyes had not seen your kind
I would have carried on loving you blind.

Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the sight from my eyes
They saw you
Take the light, take the light from my eyes
They saw you.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Let’s Get Down And Dirty

I will start at the top
And work my way down
Your mouth is the cream of the crop
Your lips – a cherry in the month of June;
Your heavenly body is so complex
I really must keep it simple
Lay back, close your eyes, relax
I will gently kiss your dimple.

Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the itty bitty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the kitty clitty
Let’s get down and dirty.

People talk of good clean fun
That is sweet as a nut
When all is said and done
Down and dirty is red hot;
Naughty is good, naughty is fun
Naughty can clean my nut
When you shoot my gun
Down and dirty is a crack shot.

Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the itty bitty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the kitty clitty
Let’s get down and dirty.

It is easy to solve the riddle
Get down into the thick of it
Bowl your ball down the middle
Be loving, be caring, be wicked;
Flesh and blood, that’s all there is
When a boy meets a girl so pretty
Rub -a – dub – dub leads to bliss
Our bodies sing this little ditty :

Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the nitty gritty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the itty bitty
Let’s get down and dirty
Let’s get down to the kitty clitty
Let’s get down and dirty.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

It’s A Pity She’s A Whore

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

It’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
It’s what she wants, it’s the way she’s wired
She has to spread her legs, she has to play the game
Different strokes with different blokes keep her fired;
You keep seeing the images in your brain
It breaks your heart, it tortures your head
An ocean of soap can’t remove the stain
You’ve got a poxy whore in your bed.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She makes eyes at the guys all over town
She takes off her clothes, she offers herself
She moves, she grooves, she goes down …
You’re at home sitting on the shelf;
She’s out of sight but that’s not the issue
Her actions are in your mind taunting you …
After he’s done she wipes it with a tissue
Then walks it back home good as new.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She’s so dirty, but talks so beautiful
She talks of virtue, and then cheats on you
She talks of faith, and is then unfaithful
She talks of trust, and then betrays you;
You made your bed with a smiling snake
You placed a stone on top of your heart
You put up with it for the children’s sake …
They’ve grown up – it’s time to make a fresh start.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Poison In Slow Motion

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Rivers Of Come

Welsh descent, only child, upper working-class
Grammar school, Cambridge, double starred First
No interest in politics; Nietzsche ‘Will To Power’
Learnt Urdu, intending to be the Viceroy of India …
Youngest professor in the Commonwealth
Always had ideas above his station
Always felt he was born to lead the nation;
During the war, a Private, in the kitchen
Promoted, leg up, and over, the youngest Brigadier
Hated America, “…they intend to bury the British Empire”
Served in Egypt, loved liberating the little boys
Like the other Poor White Trash before him
Felt like a king, his birthright, a royal white skin
Posted to India in 1943; LOVED India and the Indians
“I fell head over heels in love,” my ass in the air
“I soaked up India,” a blow-job beyond compare
Many, many casual flings, ejaculating ecstasy
Two intense love affairs had him writing poetry :
Yes, he was an Indian Muslim so gay
But he nailed my cross five times a day
I wish I had come to India a hundred years earlier
I would have lived, loved, and been buried here;
Slumming with Wogs, and playing doubles
Foaming at the mouth, I love to blow bubbles
Rivers of come, I love to swallow scum
Especially after it’s been up my rectum.

A life in broken verse … or is there more
Closet front, but who came in the back door :
A little MP for a small Midland town
Not far enough from where you were born
You always, always aspired to get much higher
You would not fail to set the world on fire
As Minister of Health you recruited West Indian nurses
Sail to gold-paved England and wipe white arses
The English are too good to do such dirty work
Import the Darkies so we have more time to jerk;
An Immigration Bill passed, you said not a word
You did not object, your voice was not heard
You were too big, you would lead the herd:
In 1958 you got the Treasury team to resign
In 1963 you refused to serve your captain by design
In 1964 the Tories lost the election with your help
Your bedpost got nailed with another scalp
In 1965 there was a Party leadership contest
You did not campaign, or promise to feather the nest
Or tickle every MP who went to Boarding School
Or offered to service each one with your tool
They knew, they recognised you as one of their own
But you were a peasant who lusted for Golden Brown
You were a cream-puff who did his best to irritate
You got fifteen votes out of two hundred and ninety-eight.

In 1959, in Hola Camp, Kenyan political prisoners
Refused to work, clubbed to death for being sinners :
Asking for Freedom, and their Land, we must rehabilitate
Stubborn monkeys must be forced to co-operate
Not political, not economical, just a voodoo cult
War crimes? Illegal? It is all their fault;
Mau Mau is not a Kenyan word (bitter tears, anguished cries)
Only English voices were heard (propaganda and lies)
English MP’s said the Kenyans were ‘sub-human’
Fires of hell must be used against the demon;
In that day and age, in that climate of hate and ire
In the Mother of Parliaments, you threw water on the fire
You risked your career, risked being branded a traitor
You stood up and laid claim to your finest hour
You stood up for Truth, for Justice, for the Humane
You stood up and spoke like a Righteous Man
You appealed to the Heart and Soul with your Word
You inspired the few to break away from the herd …
And the herd? Nothing is more dangerous
Than a Englishman on his high horse
He will scorch the earth, pillage, commit genocide
Quote the Bible, and say God is on his side
Invade a country, and force his rule
Proof the Darkie is a goddamn fool …
Does that apply to you too, Mr. Enoch Powell
When it suits you to spread your shit with a trowel?

From those heights, from that mountain top
It was you –- you chose to take that drop
In your heart of hearts you knew it was a mistake
Yet you continued till you were lower than a snake …
By 1968 you could no longer wait, soon be too late
Worse than death, you would have to resign to your fate
To never be the leader, never be the Prime Minister
Bitter, bitter, the pus in the wound did fester
Who to kick, who to blame -– point the finger
It’s the Paki, the Paki, the brown nigger
(The youngest Professor, the youngest Brigadier
And hoping to be the oldest Prime Minister!)
Drowning, drowning … you clutched the last straw
The Wogs are to blame for your fatal flaw
A sad old queen who wants to be king
Deafening, deafening … you want to hear the choir sing
Noise! Noise! Let there be even more Noise!
Blow the bugle, bang the drum, drown out the Voice …
Like a cheap tart you decided to stick out your tits
A flash of your knickers, a promise of warm juicy bits
Find a spin doctor to brew the potion drop by drop
The Media will build it up, build it up, buttercup
The people will hail you as a Messiah sent to deliver
Apply the balm to the pale brow to heal the dark fever
All will hail you as a saviour, a Star of stage and screen
And to top it all -– an audience with the real Queen.

To this day your poisonous legacy of hate
Threads from the Palace, to the City, to the council estate
You stoked an atmosphere of fear so malevolent
You appealed to the lump, the dung, the ignorant
The marching dockers unloaded ships coming from where?
The marching meat porters would never escape from there
Factory workers really know what makes the world go round
Wage-slaves think the treadmill is a Merry-go-round
Would they have marched for you if they had known
About your secret taste for sweet Honey Brown?
Picture this all you low-life English pigs
Enoch Powell with a Darkie as he digs and digs
( Little white boy, you talk of your England as if you wear a crown
Tell me, please, which part of England do you actually own?
Big white boy, the sun set on your empire many moons ago
Shine a light, shine a light, the East rules the world now )
The good old days … please raise your glass
To Enoch Powell swooning in a Brown Ass
“Mr. Powell, if petty England is going to the dogs
Simply because there are too many Wogs
If sunny England is going to the Darkies
Especially raining down with too many Pakis
Then why do you suck brown cock?”
When you speak of love, speak low, whisper, Enoch …
The cock may be brown but the semen is white
And, you know, white makes everything right.

When Rule Britannia sails to their lands it is Ordained
The very Thought of them coming here should be banned
We will be swamped by the alien
Too many of the Wrong Sort of Indian
( The right sort had a tight drum
Were well hung, and swung like a pendulum );
Thanks to you, Paki-bashing became a national sport
Sticks and stones, innocent people were badly hurt
A father tried to shield his nine year old son
The child took years to unravel the web you spun
( The phantom letters, old white woman’s ghost
Only white girl in her class, they were lost in the post )
Staged — caught in the act — a perfect little scandal
You played the innocent when it got too hot to handle …
Many people have analysed, excused, and explained
History has now judged, Time has apportioned the blame :
It was not racist, Mr. Powell, it was just your selfish orifice
It was a betrayal, you were unfaithful, desiring the Highest Office
You were a narcissistic poof who couldn’t see further than your knob
You betrayed the people you once loved, angling for a better job
The people remained the same, your black heart saw the change
Now, on behalf of all the fathers, I will take revenge -–
Faggot in the earth, may you never, never rest in peace
As in life, big brown worms up your boney white arse
Shout it out loud the world over
Enoch Powell was a Paki Lover!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Princess Paki-Lover

  
The mother of the future king screwing around with Muslims
The mother of the future king being cocked by a Muslim
The mother of the future king sucking the circumcised knob of a Muslim
The mother of the future king marrying a fucking Muslim

The mother of the future king having the babies of a Muslim
The future king having half-brothers and sisters that are Muslim
The future : half-breed Pakis drinking tea at the Garden Party
The future : half-breed Pakis waving to our people from The Balcony

How can we stand by and let that happen?
How can we let Her House win in the long run?
How can we just hand over the loot of generations?
Then watch her draw Her Line in another direction?
How can we stand by and let that happen?

Nightmare : she gloats with power once her son is on the throne
Dream : we mourn over her coffin once we have cut her down
But how? How? Without a hint, a whiff, a whisper?
Above all suspicion, in plain view, not one pointing finger

Do it before she marries a camel-shagging sand-nigger Muslim
( At least the Bastard ginger is a genuine White fake )
Do it before she excretes a jiggaboo, or converts to Islam
Someone must royally grease the brakes

In the end she will be remembered for wearing a dress
She lived splashed by the Press and she will die flashed by the ‘Press’
To the Tower — No — take the traitor to the Tunnel …
( While the birth mother called her a paki-loving whore )
The death mother steered her towards the lucky 13th pillar

“Powers at work about which we have no knowledge”
Medics worked for forty minutes to doctor the carnage
Our ‘Man at the Scene’ scratched on her tomb
“She was not pregnant — I looked into her womb”

The fucking Pakis will be buried at her funeral
The rest will drive taxis, and pay us tax
We will wait for public opinion to relax
Her Golden Boy will be our crowning jewel
The Firm will go back to Business As Usual …

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Your Name On It

I was in a crowd but you stood out
My eyes popped and my heart began to shout
My hair stood on end, a fevered brow underneath
My lungs gasped for air, I could not breathe
My stomach in knots, my future began to unravel
My knees began to knock, your road I must travel
My feet began to walk in your direction
Every part of me ready for easy action.

I’ve got a hard-on with your name on it
I want you to come, and sign it
I’ve got a hard-on with your name on it
I want you to come, and sign it.

You must be artistic, I’m patently drawn to you
You must be acrobatic, I’m head over heels for you
You must be hypnotic, I’m cross-eyed over you
You must be magnetic, I’m so attracted to you.

I’ve got a hard-on with your name on it
I want you to come, and sign it
I’ve got a hard-on with your name on it
I want you to come, and sign it.

I was in a crowd but now I stand apart
The sweetest thief picked my chest, stole my heart
She scrambled my senses, broke down my defences
She juggled my emotions, jumped over my fences
She switched off my gravity, I lost control
She turned on my body, she touched my soul
Sweet darling, you have set my blood on fire
It will take a lifetime to satisfy this desire.

I’ve got a hard-on with your name on it
I want you to come, and sign it
I’ve got a hard-on with your name on it
I want you to come, and sign it.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.