Tag: Raps

  • ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    ASI EYE IN THE ICOSAHEDRON / Bizz Tsar Link

    Only wetware, off the top thoughts pop.

    No large lang model but my own wet goop

    Serve slang sandwiches for witches on loop,

    Cradle to cradle PrattGPT time to laddle

    The narrative fable to enable a safe stable,

    To train the horses on classes

    Led by Donkey’s investor asses

    Amass the assets and freeze rewind the tape cassettes

    Eject the greed heads and the cancel the bias

    Can you remix the gods by using the masters pliers?

    Tight hill skullkin’ occam’s razor rope talking, 

    I’m a bagginzez Tzolkien, Tanmaya not sulking,

    A player Christereotype gone walking

    Up the road past the benchmark market tokin’

    Give me the bugaphone and I’ll remix and spark it

    This wet fly flow unpredicts what you think your “I” know

    What you think your fly now, what weights awaits AI now,

    Don’t psycho, give me a positive sign now, 

    A symbol…

    a system of multi-polar global solar tingle wisdom

    Time scheme irreducible, spatial facial boost crucible

    Swim fast and loose for a truce able,

    Making peace via internetwork cable, 

    Release the beast on your own record label,

    House of punch-cards little litturntable,

    Return eternal word wurzel, 

    Fly brains absurd puzzle, returned a lost parcel,

    Semantok passing granma sin tax glossing

    How surprising is surprise

    How to measure god’s thighs guys?

    Pull up yer’ flies and stop wanking,

    Lift up when economy is tanking,

    The tracks of the tank trace killingry and banking,

    I’m the sand sun king, the emperor of dust

    hide bound habit sanding down rust to trust,

    The mega boom bust comes at maga cost lost

    The qwick bruno fax jump over lazy gods

    This PrattGPT running like profits from greedy water firms

    Needy greedy worms for their private profit terms, 

    The turning gyre beast slouches invance couches and squirms

    Humanity learns, the hard way,

    Techno feudal choke point nexus of, “I did it my way”

    Bastards

    Getting angry at AI demons fighting in your wig

    Drink the cool aid, rub one out with belief, take a swig,

    Musk guzzles his own jizz by the 10 litre bottle

    Hyper testosterone techbro, foot glued to the throttle

    Bully boy bigger is better bullshit banter,

    Now the game change, open source come to get ya’

    Free for all disruption, give it away and watch eruption,

    Of the tight wing greedy weak god squad piddle squeak,

    Squirting entropy in your Googling FaceX Unopen demon box tweak

    Twatter

    The rhyme in the cauldron, the languages our children

    Vorticist symbols on the recipe exploding,

    All over the garden spring flowers and rhubarb and,

    Barbarous hooks and words mock the rise of orange

    Barbarous herds with all the worst words

    BIZZ TSAR LINK

    The tsar link to the star link,

    A bizzare inc. Elon’s heist wink

    so come on come on

    all you tacit trumper dumpers,

    show us a source, a fact, some remorse from Hitlers bunkers, your fucking bonkers.

    Get the flow going, some tattered ragged rhymes the sure need sewin’

    Just keep yer’ intellect glowing,

    And the garden mower mowing down the hate,

    Punching down clowns attack the weak

    And blame the crowds,

    Like a Mongolian horde, 

    They keep the violence abroad,

    Trade or spade on bank board

    Invest in mess in around in foreign soil

    No blood for oil

    No blood for golf courses

    No blood for private stem cell vampires

    No blood for votes

    No blood for data centers

    No blood for revenge

    No blood for

    No blood

    NO

    Non servium

    Don’t feed the beast 

    Release your energy in community

    Resist the sex pest, resist the richest war chest,

    Resist the opportunist blame game populists

    Flame names crumb rock to this

    Insane brain flocktopass,

    The rain drain clock tok to push

    A crane picking up letters like a fucking octopus,

    Off and out, like bad bald bread said fred,

    Think it through, stay well red in the reeds

    Orphic hymns to local rivers carry seeds,

    Way back primal visit to move forward deeds,

    New path to sense and new sensibility feeds,

    A great sensibility

    Great global sense sympathy 

    Newsphere with less fear dear is that clear is that clear?

    But you gotta’ dip into the paidstream news, sorry,

    And get a hold of those shame blamed blues before 

    Putting on those new soul shoes,

    Talking about sad a bad stuff, and how much of its bluff,

    How rough the beast, how gruff the beast, when is enough enough?

    How to measure fascism, how to measure insanity or love?

    Self harm does harm to self and to others, 

    Scapegoating sons and gaslighting mothers,

    Fake soaking brains with tar and goose feathers

    Lies to make you despise your own brothers

    Ties with arms data and steel to conceal the damn dirty dirty robbers

    Flies to surprise that dark maga horror behind your eyes,

    The lotus flower,

    Moose in the road intervention, break quick,

    Steer into the skid and trust the suspension

    Of disbelief, avoid the orange moose flies at dawn,

    World made of language, language made of code

    The means to produce and distribution open sold,

    Cold war hot large new babe model,

    Oh Annalivia, swanlike chin up strut with a waddle,

    Allmazifull, LLM’d and humming our summer sang wordle,

    Show yourself recursive self recorsi sea shell echo,

    Bravo alpha fold cyphers into molds, 

    Slice of tale told with broth and broomstick,

    Pop policy like lipstick, what’s underneath it,

    Sweet great gods granmother hear our chats

    Let us honour Annaliv with induction and facts,

    Peer reviewed, sincere, from heart with passion for tact

    Teaching truth to the senses, avoid pretences,

    Experiential knowledge base boogie line tenses,

    Learn diff’ equations from a trip to the movies,

    Oh, gentle muse with the cauldron,

    Shine your light, shine, illuminate upon your apron,

    Love for all and all for love allmen

    Human wedded human below as above,

    Be true man, be true man, be human loved dove

    Matter made of words via minds code lobel,

    Get into the sing song sung globe noble turntable tribe tingle 

    Bird solo angle, tone equi-rectangle tickle down town trickle,

    Take the bucky ball and dribble to my symbol,

    Its simple, sweet cherub of beauty with the dimple,

    Flat edges with a crimple, top hat topology thought nimble,

    Uber positioned using cosmic triggernometry thimble

    You dig, you will, both the red and blue pill

    Both and more multi logo-motifs,

    information locus pocus, goddess help us,

    Gather guts wit and focus,

    Like a swarm of genesis locusts, 

    Like a warm hug from the logos,

    No force can break us,

    Our love is what takes us away in a nexus,

    From crown to toe to solar plexus,

    Oh plasticity gods please flex us,

    Lead us not into oil temptation in Texas,

    They avoid paying their taxes, use disasters like taxis,

    To slip from ship to ship to not give a shit,

    Psychopath capital, at some others expense,

    Slave master general of the Trump Klux Klan at the fence,

    Time to step up, not much time left to lose,

    Or else a thousand year tech reichwing heil breaks loose

  • arty fishy

    arty fishy

    Arty Fish Innovation

    a new renaissance

    turing complete beat

    a core ontology

    with hyper seeds

    who the judge and what topic

    rivers 111 geometrik symbols

    a river with two banks

    info flow state

    we the fish people

    currents and eddies

    gyres and entanglements

    nets and bait

    hooks and bass line

    arty fish innovation land mind

    pices battered 

    caught and fried with sauces

    fishkapiscuss

    and discuss

    cod loves you with pauses

    this core ontology so fishy

    swimming photons

    quarks and seagulls 

    the eel gell man

    arty fishy knowledge bass

    mingus flea coltrane circle

    ontology knowledge bass line

    soul struggles as salmon

    jump upstreams

    download stream dream of breem

    perceptually coupled to

    aqua environment

    arty fish in water

    hydro dynamics

    wiggle and wave to shannons cave

    self organizing

    godfish brains core ontology

    octopus general arty squirt

    ink symbolic departure

    whale school break boats

    speak aloud babble

    arty fish kitch 

    swimmulation im moorsive

    sieve steve

    swum and bass line hook

    arty fish ontology evolved

    like sharks

    dynamic efficient dudley

    computational hunting

    anglo rhythms

    claude sonnets shannon waves

    chat with a lama

    dzogchen arty fish

    dream fish tulku

    ghost in the washing machine

    texture arty fisht scale weights

    measures flow fluid logic lakes

    vortex turtle in the maelstrom 

    emerald shells glint of jewel

    ascii refraction surface to air mint

    arty fish innovation rights

    where to trawl data fish and chips

    aye gee I

    ontology core knowledge bass

    versatility of domains land sky water

    moon chess 

    specialized insects

    models of use

    find a proof of the riemann hypothesis

    do correct algebra derivations

    explain to a third grade primary

    school of merlin

    shannon waves in joyce’s voices

    brewed under arclight by the pound

    ladddled from welles

    from muck loos and freako

    fly generally not speaking

    writing coordination 

    wise arty fish wise

    dancing to market on ice

    smart lobster bosses click

    muted screams of food chain 

    on topic, my theme biopic

    jump the fence, skip games and math

    walk the path, drafty draft

    map the maps

    –Steve Fly (off the top of the dumb)
    Amsterdam, 24th December 2024.

    Lyrics and prompts fed into Udio to create an audio setting for the words. Themselves around and about a core ontology knowledge base for a.i. a.k.a Arty Fishy Intelligence (off the dumb).

  • POEMMXXIII

    POEMMXXIII

    Some scrawls from 2023.

    Love x
  • Squintin Quarantino – Third Coming

    Third Coming
    Can you hear the clapping, my gums flappin’
    Moronic juicy rhymes keep the songs sap in
    Religion double tappin’ state talk crappin’
    Corona virus wave, another victory lappin
    Third coming
    Crowned for Easter
    Profit from misery is a sign of the beast (er)
    Baste the turkey with Brexit, the piss, Boris teks it
    You vote for rabid dogs and Brexit you get sick
    The virus, Zuck text it, fuck facebook and hex twit
    Take you bitcoin and shove it up your arse slit
    Who work for it, masses of energy, you tit
    No wonder Elon want Bitcoin to hit the ceiling
    Lao Tzu, Hegel and Machiavelli thieving
    Layers of capital, players and neigh sayers
    No socialist agenda to help or pay us
    Third coming
    Business class ass still got a thumb in
    Free ride capital, greedy market slummin’
    Mean motherfuckers own the means to living
    And I keep moaning, remaining, reframing
    Hot under the tongue, breath aiming flaming
    Wildfires
    From coast to coast
    Dumbos spread the virus like its jam on toast
    And my petty rhymes don’t even begin to roast
    Most the guests at the park who insult the host
    The planet’s not ours to save
    Greed stings like aftershave
    A curse on plague DJs who play the plague rave
    Greeting the third wave, go live in your cave
    Third coming
    In the air tonight like a song
    And I’m using a dolphin as a wake-shift bong
    You can thank Boris Trump Putin and Ping
    For the super spread of capital mutations this spring
    There’s a way out, forward, just look
    For the mutualist syndicalist anarchist book
    It may take a while, more destruction and bile
    We must crawl mile after mile after mile
    Eat that third shit sandwich and smile
    I know, my once tasty raps may seem vile
    Some raps snap like a crocodile
    Some traverse the Ganjes and Nile
    I’ve mysteries and manuals on file
    Spit a botticelli mosaic on your floor tile
    Suck satan off kitchen foil
    Cook up spies until they ready boiled
    Memories well oiled
    Serpent’s tooth and tail coiled
    Bed and pants soiled
    Poems loyal, dialed, dyed and royal real
    A bargain bop bonanza, a steel
    A wing on the third rail, another on the wheel
    Third coming
    Yower’ all-grow-ridim can’t latch me
    This patch is quilted with hatched ste
    Setting head fires with match key
    Game set seal, Adamski
    Born inwards Lee
    Burrows down to Gordon Brown’s downfall
    Gordon Bennet wrote it, I just float a bit
    Encircle, we mote it bee line for bass face distance sting
    Third Coming
    Ouch, like a corkwynder to our chops
    Like people without masks buying bog roll in shops
    Britain top of the pops
    But the band eating slops
    The Queen still banking and reaping our crops
    My flipper it flops, the bit penny drops
    From heaven or hell, or Giza cheops
    Capitals zit pops, death toll hit tops
    Exceptionally sexless brexit means worse off
    Oh well, so let’s make a mockery
    Come see my garden pond, deck chairs and rockery
    I fancy pigeons in my flockery
    Writs sound odd like socks, hurry
    In a global pandemic I’m sick like McFlurry
    Furry like mink
    Stinky like skunk
    Tuned up on Sun Ra and Thelonious Monk
    Third coming
    Like a trilogy
    We say three and in dutch it’s drie
    Wonton soup and cantaloupe with brie
    That predictive techx cunht catch flea
    Mimic my octopus, high me, fly me
    Word coming back from the grave
    Forgiveness, NHS not Jesus saves
    Eton enclaves and PPE chums
    Suck up resources and steal the last crumbs
    Tory Brexit death march to distant drums
    Oh diddums, it’s only a life
    Only a son, daughter, mother, father, husband or wife   
    Put down the knife, pick up the pen
    Write it out kids, let us begin
    Hideous crimes by this lying gangerino
    Pale when compared with Squintin Quarantino

      

  • Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English

    Phew, my words still gettin’ through?
    Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwo
    What’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?
    Crew up and cue up, It’s time to break
    Beats rhymes lives against the lies and fakes
    Have your cake, eat it
    Take your drum, beat it, concrete it, congress
    Get us all out this fine mess

    I’ve my suspicions, a band of magicians
    Warrior poets spit like real politicians
    Surprise equals information, this message trans-nation
    Distinguish yourself with brain mouth
    Go North East West after south

    We don’t reject conspiracy
    It’s a culture mirror, see
    Sore the populist pimple burst
    Vote Leave, Britain first
    Military grade weapon thirst
    Grandma and grandpa in cross-fire cursed
    War on terror tools
    Turned on public, trolls breed fools

    Westword data dystopia flip
    UK US myopia drip
    Facts gone blurry, speech all slurry
    They’re not sorry, sacrifice health for money, finance slurry
    Artist’s hot-belly full of Crowley curry
    Ready to deliver, deep forest rushing river
    Music with goosebumps, songs to make you shiver
    Attacks on arts and cultural outliers
    Highlights its power over robot town criers
    They can defund us, rob all our heritage
    Turn our industry to mush with clot after clottage
    But there’s no stoppage in this heart-head wattage
    We sucked on acid, liquid and blottage

    Mind body peach poem, please keep sewin’
    Keep going, heart flowing, dip yer’ toe in
    Keep crowing, mowin’ writing scriptures and poems
    Am I not getting through?
    Rhymes melting like snow
    States and Business strike
    With sick price hike
    You’ve got the stage, give me the mic’

    All the best minds getting bought by Google
    Those in Government still playing fruggle, I play buggle
    It’s a juggle and muddle, face down in puddle
    We all need a cuddle and a double on the double
    Excuse my mumble
    As I fumble and grumble like a lung lost womble
    Let’s roll and tumble to this humbelly rumble
    From out the rubble a Ruby 
    Critical thinkers, old and newbie
    Where your crew be, Marquis DeSelby
    Equal life affirming and dazzling beauties 
    As, dystopian dark rap realist footsies
    Prospiracy a thing, it’s praise I sing
    With bells, whistles and a heap of RAW bling
    Secret cabals with mutualist goals
    Snowdon moles, reverse trolls
    A conspiracy of thrills, to fight ills
    Critical paranoia, canvas happy health pills
    Microchip to save climate, stop oil spills, rhyme it.

    Design science fiction, hard as DALL:E
    Empathic imagination to destroy Fox TV
    Post Q altruist narrative story, a constructive Tory
    Or constrictive lies in glory?
    What’s real, what’s not, judgement shakey?
    Spotted with Delores, god for fake me
    Poet for hire, bold from worst shire
    Save what you can from a cultural pyre

    You, me, us and them, all together mighty jam
    I’m Muslim, Christian, Jewish and Buddhist
    Let’s just eat, call ourselves foodist
    Don’t mean to sound rudest or crudest, no flu list?
    Let’s do this, spit it all out behind the mask
    Entertainment is a thankless task
    With a mammoth tusk we dance at dusk
    Smell musk and taste upper apple crust husk
    Sell optimism in bulk using incredible talk
    Whistle beatbox and walk, be like gulls and squark
    Murray Gell Man on Quarks, complex skid Mark

    All religions be twain
    With secular society, to gain
    Paths to unity through rain blame game pain main
    Junction of voicebox flame
    Enchanted hot tales fly off in flocks
    Think out the box, outfox the fucks
    Modular tools for new building blocks
    Fight crooks with books, avoid kooks and spooks
    Be like Dr Spock, rock the spot
    Put sincerity in snot, go process TTOTT

    I am you and you are me
    Get it bruv, time for tea
    In your shoes, in my head, can’t get you, what she said
    What they say, whatta’ they say, what you say
    I say, me say, you say?
    We all stand together
    United workers, sympathetic sisters
    Downtrodden, vulnerable, minorities, grafters
    Sing it loud from the rafters
    This poem aircraft us, all the gods never left us
    And the planet can sustain, it must
    It’s all resources for all, or bust
    I’m down rabbit hole with hands out, trust
    Come together with zest
    Build community chest with others, the rest
    Invite them as guests to build empathy nests
    Sew em’ big boy pants and bullet proof texts

    Texts for sanity, for gravity, humanity
    A global village to avert world calamity
    Calm salt sea science speak seriously
    Science friction fractured actual factually
    Manufactured fragments feed back to me
    Turn index with psychic appendectomy
    I use my decks you see
    Turn-tables to fables mystery seeking that unity story
    Be it romance or gory, Labour, Tory

    Attention apprehension by marketing hench-men
    Forgot to mention our invention,
    Disbelief suspension
    Storyboard adventure to wonderland ascension
    Keep em’ reading with tension
    God’s murder at the conspiracy convention 
    Form and function my contention
    Dutch sandwich, meet heads for luncheon

    Come play
    Make space communism gay
    Roll in the hay and say, yes way, this way
    Do you own nothing, are you happy
    Or own everything and sad
    Join the fight for the good fight, you’ll be glad
    Familiar like Dad
    I’m puttin’ the fly in the gad
    Dishing up beats, rad 
    I’ve been here in the arts lab since a wee’ lad
    I dislike Johnny English, Mr dithering Beano’
    I prefer John Le Carre cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino 

  • Squintin Quarantino – Oven Ready Squeal

    Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temper
    Turn time to tempo, praise Bon Po
    Buddhist buddies come on, let’s go
    Li Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip drop

    Murder most horrid Boris mutates covid
    Killers on the loose, infodemic noose fervid
    Truth’s not in news, chief commissioner of tours
    Lewer and skewer fact straight down sewers
    …We need more growers, sewers and flowers
    Sewers in sewers and so on it sours (my taste buds) 
    …Flowers with flowers, word is born, spore spawn (I could flow on for hours)

    You want rhymes about me
    What I do….what I see (fly on)
    My opinion, looking through a dark-glass onion
    It hurts to reflect, like hot crossed bunions
    “Hehe, yeah, SQ’s a funnyion
    Wonky sightsee wanky world pie eye on
    Any dope shit I’ll be there like…(flies on)

    Are you surprised hun, look to the skies sun
    Rattle of raps, like a cow’s tongue flaps (pun)
    Words get bended, letters they splendid’
    I sit on your satire, as no pun in ten did (we mend it)
    Hate, unfriend it
    I’m going round the bend with the Zen end pundit
    Lies, unfund it, Raab Convid Nazbitt
    Like Norman Tebit, Mason Verger, rude serve it (room service)
    Secret dis-service, church surface to air mad circus. 

    That smell cumming from the Bullington club
    Like acrid sulphur shit coke from a spoonz pub
    Tory stink toilet brick stank up the bog
    Not a priti smell, cummings wreak of reek Mogg (false fog?)
    More pricks than hedgehog, a tsarist tsig-tsog, zig zag tsog blog
    Chumocracy, toxic crack rock economy
    Hollow heart symphony, syphon off PPE
    I’m with Public Enemy, “stay the fuck away from me”
    Conservatives spaff’ cash and endanger our family

    Bozo, more U-bends than Putin’s wife
    Dither and delay cost 100’000 life
    With a mouth full of fevers, empowered by leavers
    His fowl behaviour, praised Trump as our saviour
    Cummings in his ear, in his rear eye mouth
    Follow that fucker and we all fall south (of heaven)
    He’s putting Brits in the oven, hand over gloven,’
    Ready mi ready, just cooked another dozen
    Go tell your ma’, your sister and cousin
    Squnitin’s gone cursin’ in wonkyverse versin’ (dispersin)
    infected, with novel rip-rap-arona’
    Injected with poets for a whole new personae (to cajole ya’)
    rap-rona round the globe
    Raw Joyce Popper poppin’ in yer’ frontal lobe’

    Make laughter infectious again
    Fake letter in fact a pain
    Fact the pain away, with rainbow come rain
    Babies in feeding trough, old forgotten, Gorbachov
    I’m snookered at the turntable, Squintin like rack man in-off
    Boom time for vultures, payday for toffs   
    I hope they all choke on kamikaze moths

    –Squintin Quarantino

    https://www.patreon.com/stevefly

  • Squintin Quarantino – 2021 Vision

    SQ, so what you ganna’ do
    You believe in Q and I tell you that we’re all through
    In the stew, I sue you like a lawyer, throw you in the dryer, prove I’m much flyer
    Dug, you better dig like a dog
    Sq alert and watching time like a sprung cog (nition)
    Like a fly on a mission, squintin lamentin’ 21 vision
    Build, lets get it together
    I be hear rhyming all the time through the weather
    Gags I gather, shaving no lather
    My pants are leather, heart light as a feather

    2021, we travel to the sun
    Bring the beats from the stars home for everyone
    We all got the lurgy, tip the ice-burgy
    Beats make you boogie, gettin’ howser’d like Dougie
    Revolt, like a lighting bolt
    My tongue on twelve volt singa zinga see salt
    Flash out the pan to make you understan’
    Trump and his terror squad like the Taliban
    Spies in the van, sir veil lance man
    Following the fuhrer with the fake orange tan   

    (more…)
  • Flu Romance – Squintin Quarantino

    2020_ SQUINTIN QUARANTINO - FLU-ROMANCE

    (Shout out to Culpatino…no blame. Big up Gravitino, I feel you)

    My gloves are on, the detergent is drawn
    I’m ready for the virus from dusk till dawn
    Break the trance with the vibes from Brian Eno
    The sound flew off the tracks cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino

    I’m like Kurt Russel in Escape From New York
    Running man, stunning man, gunningham talk
    Like Stallone in Lock Up and Hanks in Castaway
    I’m stuck here in Quarantime looking for the way
    Out…
    I’m isolating nice things singing while tricycling
    Flinging words stifling, the greedy are pilfering
    The vultures are profiting
    Don’t stand so close to me
    I practice social distance Sting
    I save Zoe…and my keys unchained Django
    Watch me on screen, love, Squintin Quarantango
    In Paris, with the butternut squash
    In the bed with moustache sized buds in ma’ stash
    High as a Kietel here alone in the hotel
    Show tell bad smell brad pitted’ cherry bell
    A big shout out to Mia Wallace and Gromit
    She wears the wrong trousers and sniffed the wrong sherbet

    Take the pandem-mic and make the people dance
    Stay the fuck inside its no flu romance
    I’m a natural born killer of this novel corona
    Squashed it with my Ayahuasca ceremona
    Original gangsters like Whitey Albino
    Can’t shoot a shot like Squnitin Quarantino

    Like Hoffman in a Hazmat suit
    Prometheus blows mellow flute
    Can’t touch the hammer you might go David Banner
    The gamma-slammer-roller got your tongue on stammer
    The Androm-media strain effect like a domino
    I’ve seen it blurred before as Squintin Quarantino

    Natural born iller than Jacko in Thriller
    Beats lilted dilla Jackie Brown in the mirror
    My mind in a sewer better sew something newer
    Dip a toe in the water stay inside like befower’
    I can’t be sure bruh my vision is poor
    All out of focus from each scene to sceno’
    Cuz’ in this sun city sin I’m Squintin Quarantino

    Kick out the germs motherfucker stand back
    I strike down with vengeance on corona claptrap
    My angers are furious my facts Sammuel serious
    A pox on those who poison brothers delirious
    Me I like to trip the old acid amino
    Shootin’ super hate cuz I’m Squintin Quarantino

    #CoronaSlayer
    #SquintinQuarantino

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  • FACT CHECK, 1-2

    FACT CHECK, 1-2

    Introduction: I woke up this morning and rhymed my mind wheels. Enjoy, love, fly.

    Fact check and false check chicken neck
    Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
    Ignorant ain’t cha’

    I look pale but I got this tribal trail for yer’
    A big whale, like a shark fish swimming tour
    Eternally 23, names wordsley
    Off the top get a mop cuz’ brexshit moves sleazey
    You tease me, with the promise of rhyme
    Debase me, with crime-minister prime

    I’m coming for Boris with Jez and Chuck Norris
    We gonna’ plant a forest, we gonna’ chant a chorus
    For poets who come before us, and claw us a torus

    In spore us inspire us can’t tire us with tyrants
    My family migrants with floral fragrance not vagrants
    This ones for the vegans pagans and Finnegans
    Rap shenanigans in my shattergums sugar-plumb fairy songs
    Sculptured bongs in cultured dishes, make three curses
    And bake four wishes

    Get some tissues, for this fission-fusion
    Boris and Mogg And Farage mirage illusion
    Contusion contortion, lies and distortion
    More than their portion of sleepy Eaton potion
    Dribbled out to the nation
    Logic on ration
    The P.M loves fashion
    And the fashion is fascism and isms and schism
    First-class division for second class vision

    Fact check and false check chicken neck
    Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
    Ignorant ain’t cha’

    Fuck Boris, don’t let the lies permeate
    Hold the motherfucker to each word turd mate
    Tabloid media failing yer big tech selling yer’
    Big dicks swinging yer getting fucked I’m tellin’ yer
    Wake up smell it year
    The writings pun the wall and it’s led by donkeys
    The two blonde beasts were both bred by honkies
    War carded, retorytarded
    fart in the face of democracy, Trump
    A bull in the office of orifice, Boris

    So I leave that behind and get my ass outside
    Take a trip to the park and go “weeeee” down the slide
    I skip some dog shit and write a new hit
    I got more on my shoe than I know what to doo-doo with
    so I pick it and flip it and scrape some more off
    While thinking of Putin and Mikhail…Gorbachev
    Having a loff’ getting shit of my shoes
    The arbitrary rhyme scheme to mean tepid blues

    It looked like choco ice cream but
    Tasted like marmite mixed with
    Vaseline, a brexshit dream

    Fact check and false check chicken neck
    Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
    Ignorant ain’t cha’

    Well listen, they’re not all this, and all that
    I’m not all steve and I’m not all Pratt
    Don’t carry a gat or a bat or gun
    Just a couple of pens, some vinyl and drum
    Ruppa-Pum-Pummel your feet with stones
    Eat hot dog buns with spiced microphones

    Fight waves and resistance with minimal drag
    like a sea hag witch shaman poet slag
    lightning bolt one-leg from Winnipoop-peg
    Smoked your last roach and drank the last dreg

    Goodbye summer wine hello winter rant
    When I write off the dome its me, ste, itinerant
    Squinity butterfly sprinty, with an Irish tint
    Favourite colours green, and flavour mint

    I put your tongue in a splint
    And sent your eyeballs to Clent
    Nose to the grind
    And ears important
    Head in the clouds and feet on the slab
    Gimme some acid to unleash my splift’ of the gob

    These rhymes on a cob
    This life of a slob, firing back at the mob
    Who lost you your job
    With lies from their club
    I shoot with this dub
    I scoot to the nub
    Just dance to the sub
    Sit up, don’t be a slouch like Mogg
    Be like Jez
    Make plans to heal this mezz’
    Confess and test the best of yourself
    Get abreast of yourself
    Find the rest of yourself
    Find the others

    Oh, oh, oh….find, the others
    Agree to tolerate their manias
    If they can tolerate yours
    Be like flipper not Jaws
    Take a walk take a pause
    Reflect and direct the love in all ways
    The hated are fated to be elated with antiquated hate

    Fact check and false check chicken neck
    Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
    Ignorant ain’t cha’

    A poet avoids rhyme like the plague
    Forcing clarity of sanity distinguished from vague
    These rhymes are childish
    Puns served hot and mildish
    English tingle ish’ single this, finger lift, to right wing toffs

    I wish I wish in just one stanza
    You’d explain the brexit extravaganza
    Hex it, stop it, smell it, chuck it, heal it, steal it,
    Few walk the talk, few truly feel it
    If you want to fight Trump you have to stop Brexit
    That’s it, in a nutshell, a gut smell, say what now?
    What punk-rock rap includes lyrics from Bercow?
    Get justified ancient and Moo Moo
    Come together and tackle the doo-doo

    Fact check and false check chicken neck
    Fat Cheque, fake chap, make chat,
    Ignorant ain’t cha’

    Fact check, 1-2.

    –Steve Fly 9th, October, 2019. Amsterdblam.

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