There’s a geezer called Harry

  There’s a geezer called Harry

There’s a geezer called harry

Now he’s the son of one of the

world’s top made gangster’s mum

who may have you wondering what he’ll get up to do as a godfather 

when for one he’s taking over as supervisor to the genocides in Africa as soon as prince Philip

the deceptive Keyser Soze kicks the bucket

The devil as usual being writer director and producer never mentioned in the credits

even though we know that these weddings are sequels starring the usual subjects

Back to harry

Now he is gonna marry Meghan of the Markles

and she has a sparkle that makes her marketable within the commercial blueprint of Diana

She just needs to trademark a manner

If she makes proper mates with Kate

she’ll get first hand training in reigning as a high priestess of the satanic circle

learning to jump through hoops that to anybody else are hurdles

Dependant on crowd interpretation we’ll be seeing and hearing

a synthesis of love or glory searing into any soft spot in our addictive organisms

and once anybody with the one drop is convinced that she’s at least a bit black then you have the willing financial support of generations of us

as easily shackled as that

Relieved for the illusion of social inclusion

where the neo-colonised and the non colonised can enjoy being high on being colonised

if they so choose to subscribe

to feed on the need to suckle from some surrogate power with their name on it however tacky the symbolism

Even a kids’ fairy tale concept corrupted by a cabal

into a construct

turning vows into charters of  illegitimate fellowships

where peasants don’t care that his real daddy is marginalised for the moolah

as he chose to pose the one that might have done in his mother (according to her written prediction )

or that an MP states his military cv is a work of fiction

or that he wore a swastica

as a legacy of opium, famine, rape and slavery

when not too young and not too bold

to not be told not to expose

that contempt in his bones

grown in homes where

nazism never died

and never lost its sense of pride

That gene pool of the family tree had

migrated leisurely 

demeanour challenged by liberty

refining eccentricity

Meanwhile the prize for this years instinctive opportunist goes to Beatrice

The pragmatic parasite of capitalism

among its bastions

Her mother and other feather boa’d concubines of ships captains with  powder blushed blemishes

and stamped images

whose lives are bywords as though their names were anagrams of privilege

endeavoured to get in under the confetti

cast on to new clothes

by the collective indifference that

spawned the emperor