lucygraywoolff

April 15, 2011

‘A wee Bit Cramped’ @ Lazy Lohan’s in Edinburgh

Filed under: SHANES SEMEN, treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 7:24 pm

A wee bit cramped

@ Lazy Lohan’s

And so says

The 4 feet 4 inch

Dublin tramp

On google.

he who lays

Rack and ruin.

Makes a change!

He’s usually found

Around

This time

Writing of sensitive data.

Which he’d previous taped

After mind raped!

Pro rata.

At a pinch,

At a cinch.

This wee menstrual cramp,

Who likes to stamp

His little Napoleon mark

Fae

M**rh**se Mengele

Gassed Practice,

Where

There

Is ne’er

A practice manager.

Only part time staff.

Medical receptionists

Double up as a nurse.

Nurses double

As troubled

Internet 9 month trained

Counsellors.

Whae

Fae?

Hey

Its now [1992] defunct

Sunk

This…www.personadevelopment.com.

He claims he’s a tutor

Like at Edinburgh uni

Aye right

My ass.

The lying shite.

Desperate to be recognised.

The undersized

Mal nourished

Badly nurtured

Sink estate Dubliner.

He, who owns

To more psychological scarring

Barring

None!

Diowns

The fact.

The wee stank

Does wank

Off at every pair of tits

That wobble in.

The walking wee sin

Spends all morning at Gregg’s,

For his meat-filled sub.

Nae wonder he cannae

See his wully.

Fat rounded

F**k.

Pity his psyche was not so grounded.

Just his luck

He’s cross patch ‘Rumpelstiltskin’ the dwarf.

Tells the women

Not to wear heels,

Cos they then steals

A march on him.

Dwarfs him!

Get it!

He leaves them [interminable] waiting,

Anxious, nervous,

Fretting,

Begetting

Kittens.

The little fuck

Who’s not worth a fuck.

Gets his kicks

Seeing

Them squirming.

Being

Present and hiding

Biding in his cubby hole

The one who drags his arsehole

One foot off the ground.

Emotions sure

Begorrah and bejabers

Run high

When one is worried.

Which usual means when HE

Gets his sweaty mitts

On them they’re ready to tell the truth.

The stoopid oirish tit!

Where is he?

Crushed [nondescript] clothes

And brothel creepers

Boys size seven.

(Saves him a fortune

The balloon).

Psst (he actually does think

This minscule walking stink

The ladies are fascinated by his throat

The randy little goat

Thinks they are turned on by he

He stands on a high chair

In his Gorgie tenemment practising Freud)

So he covers it with a highnecked teeshirt,

In case they jump his bones.

The bodies (he’s disposed of) groans

From the graves.

They are demolishing this crummy place

Pity they miss out this germ ridden ‘surgery’

Where one is lucky to emerge alive.

Where one’s as black as the earl of hell’s waistcoat’

The whole lot

Should be run aground, rounded up and shot.

And yet one notices they

Themselves would not go there

To be treated.

Rather slit their wrists

(How many attempts for you shaney bhoy?)

Oh, deep joy

You missed the artery.

There’s no COUNSELLING LIT!

No CORE!

Eh, shane!

Can YOU ever tell the truth?

Do you KNOW what truth is?

‘Small’ wonder the oirish

Gets such a tinker name.

Fie for shame

On you.

You

Walking sad sack.

Sure

Are blue

Aren’t you?

And the quacks are just walking tits.

‘Doc ‘ been and gone and dunn

it,

Cut of a wummin’s leg!

The WRONG one

Folks.

He can’t even give *blood tests

As

And when required

The ass.

He’s so mired

In candy pink ties

And pharmaceutical freebies

New cars!

+++++weeks trades holidays

At his time share.

But @  his lair

At mmg

You see

Ignorance is bliss.

He’s hit and miss.

(*the lady required 5 pints of blood immediately)

As to buddy budd.

He’s fascinated with women’s fudd

‘but its only my ingrown toenail’!

And as to quack shitdozy,

He’s laid back and cozy.

Sat on his black ass

Smoking [purely medicinal] grass

To get thru the ‘long’ day.

He cannae

Cope

Wi the dope

Heads.

Tightening the noose on his rope!

The Heroin freaks.

The alcoholic

Sickos.

The ones wi the dose

Of the clap.

His trap

Is firmly closed in case he catches it.

So him and his semblance

Of badly trained geeks,

They escape to self locking doors.

Pace the pock marked floors,

Publicly discussing a case,

(wi windaes

Open)

Drinking coffee

Laced

Wi Oirish whiskey.

As to Tr**s*re

He’s too busy trying to measure

The size of vaginas.

Baldy pate glowing.

Nodding

With a knowing

Nod.

Shitdozy joins he,

Two shiny lamplights, two bods.

(Oh wait a baby died fae

Croup.

I couldnae

Be bothered getting myself or the group

To see to it!

We live in suburbia.

Miles away

Fae

Sink estate scum.

And the walking bum

Where the shebeens and rum

Flows free.

(Looked at yourselves in the mirror of late)

PS: Did you know ‘doctors’ – even ill trained ones, such as the above,

For the love

Of God

Cannot be done,

[Not even ‘dunn’]

With negligence

AND causing premature death

By NEGLECT & MALPRACTICE.

They are covered

Smothered

Kissed

By Death

By the GMC.

They own to no conscience.

Swan off to the Seychelles

Dole out anti-d’s

If you so plez

And send the WOMEN

To a 4 foot 4 inches walking disease

Who rapes in every which way but loose

…Then the lies,

And boy they are whoppers.

Real heart stoppers

Start flowing

Fae the menstrual curse.

Big whoppers

To the SPSO!

To the courts!

To the polis!

Enough to drown the wee man and t’others

Who joined in the lies.

They disguise

Their negligence

(Hire a practice manager in late october 2006)

No pro-forma forms,

NO confidentiality clauses,

No counselling literature,

No CORE…double barrelled clark

He’s too busy

Theyre too illiterate

So sayeth the Dubliner wee tit!

What a lark.

Capturing his individual photographs

To place onto a shared landscape

To impress

To ape

The baps of gutterworth,

Lutterworth.

He’d wank

Their shanks

Them off

Just to gain a little recognition,

Fame

And acclaim.

And of course spanking

The spandex

Rent boys up causewayside.

*This will be my death knell.

Swell

I say.

At least it will come out

At a shout

How warped

This place is

And the dysfunctional semen

Who frequent it

And that is NOT the patients

Of this gawd-damn awful quacks

Who knew he was lying

Eh shitdozy and been and gone and dunn it)

So they are shying

From the truth.

He left me with HIS childhood trauma

His psychological shite

His burning issues

And tissues

Of lies

The wee mental fright

Who was raped by his da

As his ma

Looked on

I saw it all.

His mental maul

I wish he was dead

I curse the day the gorgie dalry (ite) was born

(june 11 1966

bet he carries the three 6’s under his ronin keating hair too)

and I know his address too)

Yes folks the polis and / or bent, warped lawyers gave a sex offender a

Victim’s address.

God bless

You guess

Right

The wee fright

Followed me you see

Looking for ‘no more broken willies’

The sillies

I’ll spank it out of them.

As to vagismus

I’ll sort it out.

He’s a pornographer without a computer

The flesh and blood in front of he

You see

he gets his sick

Kicks.

bet he carries the three 6’s too.

“THERAPY???????”

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: — lucygraywoolff @ 11:05 am

HE’S SQUATTING
TEETH ROTTING
IN [RAISED] CHAIR.
RONAN KEATING HAIR
ELBOWS AKIMBO
– BUT HEY LOOK, LO
AND BEHOLD,
STUBBY HANDS
UNDER THERE,
THE QUACKS’ DESK
OUT OF SIGHT.
HE LOOKS A FRIGHT
TWISTS
OF WRISTS
MOVING FRANTIC.
A FLICK
A LICK
SPITTLE
OF HIS RUBBER LIPS.
TONGUE TRIPS
O’ER YELLOWED TEETH.
HIS TUBBY
SUB-FILLED PAUNCH
STRAINS
AGIN HIS GUT.
(GREGG’S IS HIS FAVE SHOP)
BUT
PROTRUDING –
INTRUDING
REIGNS
A ROLL OF LARD.
OFF WHITE
TEE SHIRT
WITH-HOLDING
THE INEVITABLE SPILLING OUT.
RESEMBLES A WEE SATED TROUT
PROTRUDING EYES GAZE UNSEEN.
MEAN AND INDISCRIMINATE GREY,
INTENT ON WHERE ‘HE’S’ NEVER
EVEN BEEN.
A WOMAN’S BODY
IS A MYSTERY TO HE,
YOU SEE.
THE ONLY ONE’S HE VIEWED
WAS AS A NURSE IN
RUDOLF STEINER
PERTH
WHERE HE CAUGHT
THE THIRD CLASS
BERTH
AND DUBLIN FERRY
TO MAKE MERRY
WITH THE FEMALE [DRIED UP] GERIATRICS.
OLD
PRUNES
HE’S ONLY SEEN NAKED RUINS
NOT LUSCIOUS PLUMP, JUICES FLOWING
HE’S UNKNOWING.
HIS IMAGINATION IS UP TO ALL SORTS OF TRICKS
THE UNDERSIZED MICK
CAN’T WAIT TO ESCAPE
TO THE PRIVATE QUACKS LOO
TO RELIEVE HIS MISERY
BOO
HOO.

*”SO TELL ME, A GUTTERAL WHISPER ESCAPES, LASCIVIOUS STRAINED, “ABOUT YOUR FATHER….”
SLEAZES WEE SEAIN
THE NO BRAIN.
*(MOST MIND DEPRAVED AND SEXUAL RAVED PERVS @ BAPS DEAL WITH THE OTHER
MOTHER.

March 29, 2011

THE DIARY OF DIARRHOEA

Filed under: treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 8:07 pm

When we arrived

At this godawful dive

A feeling of foreboding

Began eroding

Our brain.

before the will

To live didst drain

We took the bull by the horn

Torn

‘tween

Staying

Or going

‘Twas blowing our mnid.

Then we find

The [butcher shop] quack’s

MMG

Mengele’s Mass Genocide

Practice

Practise the art

Of chopping off ladies legs

Right,

Left and centre.

Racks

Up the deaths.

The lowest rung

Shit(e)

dozy

Done

It

Bun

even a Chick

Treasure

Island

 

 

March 26, 2011

Bent, masonic Scottish coppers, bent masonic Scottish sheriffs and courts, bent, masonic [non-court] solicitors, the smallest man in Christendom

Filed under: seain and eamonn what a pair of eejits, treading a fine line — lucygraywoolff @ 12:13 pm

BEWARE ALL YOU GOOD FOLKS (UNLESS YOU TOO WANT A SAMARITAN FOB, STUCK THROUGH YOUR LETTERBOX) WHO RESIDE WITHIN SCOTLAND AND IN PARTICULAR….. THE ESPECIAL AREA OF NORTH EDINBURGH. HE, THE WEE MAN, ONE OF THE DAMNED RUNS LOOSE LIKE WATERY STOOLS …UNSCHOOLED AND UNEDUCATED AND UNNOTICED.HE WOULD KILL FOR RECOGNITION.  HERE’S A LAUGH LADIES… THINKS ALL THE FEMALES WANT TO SLEEP WITH HIM….WE’D SQUASH THE FECKING MIDGET…..

If you write [no holds barred] 100% poetry and have always done throughout your life; realistically own to a distinct turn of phrase, which is truthful to the point of no return; and are directly related to Yeats…yeah YOU did not know that especial one did you seain john anthHony Bucky he who hails from a Dublin sink estate and born June 11 1966. Address c/oa firm of non-court bent and warped solicitors in Hanover Street, Edinburgh! Pity YOU put your address on calma remember that great company [started in 2005] which folded in less than 2 years..little fucking wonder YOU dumped your poisonous and toxic crap upon me……. ‘second in command’ and  THE lesser partner’ to rick, the bald headed prick = business = (counselling in the workplace) and make absolutely sure you give them core for smellor-(double barrelled) clarke’s the el, capitaine of the high seas benefit and counselling literatutre and confidentiality clause to sign…they are paying through the nose after all…unlike the Moorhousian area of deprivation toe rags, who deserve NOWT! An oirish leprechaun running a business, give me a break. Away and tar a road, navvy!

By the way folks this particular and above refrain is in relation to the most unethical, bent and twisted (in all ways) wee uneducated cunt ‘working’…(skiving more like)  in North Edinburgh since 1994″ and Ive been here eleven years so must know what I am doing’…..”!like to see my weiner…oh wait until I find it!’

Then suddenly an oirish, clod hopper ‘taller’ Dublin (what again) copper who have been in the force for 28 years…big fecking wowsers (impressed, moi???) And he who owns to a disturbing multifaceted personality. He will practically sit on your knee, touching [knees] distance, grabbing your arm, looking at your wristwatch (upchuck and smarm) ‘I loike looking into your eyes’  then on the second occasion physically threaten you, scream in your face, stop shaking hands, push past you, lunge at you, raging cunt. The poor six footer oirish dublin eamonn keen cannot even spell or write correctly. He even places an extra ‘N’ in the name eamonn, jaysus) Trying to impress the ladies, methinks he stinks to high Heaven! And folks guess what, eamonn keen is psychic because HE KNOWS one owns to an Non Harassment Order well before YOU do! And yet claims to know nought of civil courts!Lies, lies, and even more lies!

Now he’s running scared, cos he’s been warned off; the sheriffs and bent [bacp] solicitors who pay for the wee fellow’s [seain’s] case and will ensure YOU DO NOT own access to a lawyer and go on to produce fake death threats IN YOUR HUBBY’S NAME ……funny thing is wee seain, the masturbator and violent sex offender who was given HIS victim’s address, followed she and threatened she in turn; he is only four foot four inches and eamonn the strapping oirishman must have eaten HIS mince and TATTIES, the spud cruncher growing up….No TB there on his side of the tracks living in a sink estate in Dublin’s minging streets in the 1960’s eh, seain.

My mother, the best violin teacher I ever witnessed was a great one to curse people who deserved same. Well guess what…….gorgie / dalry  john [seain] john anthHony B she passed same onto I and it works…hope you and eamonn keen fry in Hell before long…..devil mend you…ashamed of your parenthood eh seainy cannot even say you were baptised, can you……as we would say you were squatting at the fire when your tinker drunken guinness swilling da was born………did you grow up in a drawer and a cot until you were thirty? Didn’t cost your tinker ma much in clothes.

January 29, 2011

Ode to Psychological Scarring and Shaymas Blarneystane

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: , — lucygraywoolff @ 6:54 pm

He [the leprechaun] dared to take me to court.

Played me to the hounds,

Like live bait –  Nay sport!

But I’m bound

To court

My precious freedom,

Och, to hell

Will definitely kiss and tell

All.

Oh I will be sure to enthral

The papers and press

And his bent lawyers

With it all.

He left a mess

In his wake

And I won’t hesitate

To break

The uneducated dubliner.

With the greasy Ronan Keating hair.

See him dare

Try for another lawyer.

Copyright held @ lgw 2010

January 18, 2011

Shaymas Blarneystane, oor wee man aboot Edinburgh toon

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: — lucygraywoolff @ 6:41 pm

Awww the pair little love,

Calls himself the above.

He thinks it sexy……fits his wee frame,

Like a proverbial glove.

Cos he just don’t like the name

Gies him a passel worth deal of shame.

Sure and begorrah & bejabers he don’t love

No sirree he dont dig

Being  christened J**n A*******y

The li’l Stig

Of the Dump

Took the hump.

His drunken ma

Slurred to his tinker pa

Wot about film star Alan Ladd

Now he was shair an awfy bad

lad

I’m sure glad

He’s now dead,

Cos I’d jump his bones

If  Dublin’s not so fair a city

Didn’t throw stones.

At oor shite family!

Tar and feather

Nay matter the weather.

Lets name him Shaymas

Irish Gaelic

Sure do pick

them.

copyright@lgw2011

January 15, 2011

SHAYMAS BLARNEYSTANE AND HIS ODE TO A DISCLAIMER ON CONFIDENTIALITY

This is all mine,

(Your information,)

And mine alone.

Not yours

Not thine.

But mine!

My station

In life

Is,  that I own

You.

And your intimacies too.

Stop beefing

Cease moaning.

I do the cranking

Up

And wanking

And groaning

And boning.

(when I can find it)

Around here.

Steer clear

Of me.

You are not a woman

But a walking pair of tits.

You see

My [miniscule] ‘bone’

Of contention

Is no-one takes me serious

I don’t bend to convention

You can’t mention

My intention

To download material

To tape

And to mind rape

I have the best lawyers in the world

Your secrets will all be unfurled.

My psychological scarring

Is uncurled

Barring

None.

I birled

And whirled

Her bright

Brain

And white

Integrity

Cos I’m a D****n shite

I did drain

In the main.

I aim

To get far

With the FUHCP

Or fuck-ups

I fondle term them.

Every one  MEN

They be

So very fond of l’il old me!

Copyright held @ & owned lgw2011

January 14, 2011

ODE TO HUMAN RIGHTS FOR ALL THE PERSONAGES IN EDINBURGH

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: — lucygraywoolff @ 6:36 pm

Human Rights are the rights to live freely, speak your mind and to live your life freely….its the rights you expect to own to have to be treated like a human…human rights are the only ones that apply to absolutely everyone, everywhere…………….all have the exact same human rights…………..in other words they’re universal. 30 basic human rights is a universal declaration of human rights and the most widely documented paper on Human Rights……..the first one being to own to legal representation in both civil and criminal courts; n0twithstanding.

Ode to the Scottish Police

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: — lucygraywoolff @ 5:18 pm

Sign it, pretty plez

NO!

Sign it, we beg of you

NO!

Away

Today

& stew

Your balls.

Sign it, cos we calls

The shots.

Or else…..

Or else….what?

WE got

You bang to rights.

Yes, Shawn Breckinridge

Is an obnoxious Rumpelstiltskin shite

Wi a mind like a fridge.

But he beat you

Bang to [wrongs] rights.

Had a bent lawyer

You silly mare.

Dont gie us that awful stare

Or us two

We’ll scare

The living daylights

Out of you.

No!

He did show

Me his wee willy.

He owns to no Degree

A right wee no willy

Uneducated silly!

Well off to jail

With you. my lass.

Ye’ll no grass.

Do I no get bail?

Copyright held @ & by lgw 2011

January 8, 2011

Persona Non Grata

Filed under: treading a fine line — Tags: — lucygraywoolff @ 5:15 pm
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