UNCLE BOGO

The original Uncle Bogo was written in 1969. Introduced this version to Social media in June 2019.

Bad guys abound. Got kicked off YouTube by some. Off Twitter, Facebook, The Telegraph, The Express, David Icke's forum et al. by others. Even Bitchute doesn't allow folks to check out some of my stuff.

However destructively powerful Zuckerberg, Dorsey and co. get, however, they'll never be in this guy's league...

"
Plastic politicians, deceitful by default,
A-slithering up the greasy pole, offer bread and salt.
They'll promise everything you ask just to get the win
Then shoot you in the back of the head as soon as the results are in.
And still the trusting multitudes can't figure out what went wrong.
Vote for those at war with you and and you aren't gonna live too long.

A garden full of little girls, how does the garden grow,
Will kiss my hand but in secret plan to shatter the status quo,
I'll quitely let them play their game until they feel secure,
Then I'll lead them to the brink of life and wide the door
But all they'll find is a House of Horror full of naughty boys,
Who'll line them up for hard core porn and shit on all their toys.

Out from the House of Horror, away from the fat rat race
To study Buddha, Marx and co. and Mein Kampf just in case,
At one with those who struggle whose fate is always sealed
To lead them up from nomansland to a level playing field
Another lofty paragon, humanity in mind,
Will kill ten million 'fore he's done for the betterment of all mankind

A drugged up, dumbed down dead end kid, who's never seen the light
Took to taking what his conscience said was his by right
I'll lock him away in a darkened cage till he signs on the dotted line.
Defy the Lord and Master and the slave must pay the fine.
So it's off to war with you and all the others who rebel
Before this day is done another boy will burn in hell."

Plastic politicians, deceitful by default,
A-slithering up the greasy pole, offer bread and salt.
They'll promise everything you ask just to get the win
Then shoot you in the back of the head as soon as the results are in.
And still the trusting multitudes can't figure out what went wrong.
Vote for those at war with you and and you aren't gonna live too long.

A garden full of little girls, how does the garden grow,
Will kiss my hand but in secret plan to shatter the status quo,
I'll quitely let them play their game until they feel secure,
Then I'll lead them to the brink of life and wide the door
But all they'll find is a House of Horror full of naughty boys,
Who'll line them up for hard core porn and shit on all their toys.

Out from the House of Horror, away from the fat rat race
To study Buddha, Marx and co. and Mein Kampf just in case,
At one with those who struggle whose fate is always sealed
To lead them up from nomansland to a level playing field
Another lofty paragon, humanity in mind,
Will kill ten million 'fore he's done for the betterment of all mankind

A drugged up, dumbed down dead end kid, who's never seen the light
Took to taking what his conscience said was his by right
I'll lock him away in a darkened cage till he signs on the dotted line.
Defy the Lord and Master and the slave must pay the fine.
So it's off to war with you and all the others who rebel
Before this day is done another boy will burn in hell.