Saturday 5 June 2021

The Family Office Club-#1 Largest Family Office Association/Ultra-Wealthy Wealth Management (DRAFT)

Where to scrapped cheeks create 

a lull for teeth inside closed 

harmlessly still inside bone tired 

in transept weary dog-tired&do you 

slowly see through worksick 

picked of need to grow over 

a hulking iron skeleton 

teeth died in warehouses 

&armfuls crossed stretched

of winters discontent reamends 

rats inside our footholds, 

or a brush over the head turns billfolds 

O blossom whirlwind lodged in flue 

the pivot holes stick again

in the rigid queues &always at minus

  that on teeth,  to be willing to 

or to have dispatched by defeat 

and do you slowly 

see plied from squatting

creeps out of your luck 

 a lifetime under workhouse indices 

under birthright leftovers sentinels of 

what do you feel? 

Peter Cruddas, Baron Cruddas 

no rope servant bids out

that turns dot on blossom whirlwind more 

in the rigid and always at minus

  that on teeth,  

creep out of your luck 

the boy scouts enabled me to escape 

with what hour it is.

Peter Andrew Cruddas, having been created Baron Cruddas, of Shoreditch in the London Borough of Hackney, was introduced and took the oath, supported by Lord Leigh of Hurley and Baroness Stuart of Edgbaston, and signed an undertaking to abide by the Code of Conduct crucifixion poised

all stolen excursion give us

       the clock out of beat

                   where you use to hide 

 or ticktock, ticktock inside 

at each putting 

 a clock in a beat Peter Andrew Cruddas, 

having been created Baron Cruddas, a cur

inside of common ailments that are meant

when you are poor aspirant 

slops of neglects which the teardrop 

narrows call it a massive dwelling 

 you cannot tell by 

heart rendered at each putting out of mine

 actual despot sick I made 

legitimate economic tarns by

which we are led to mean the actual

slumping of your body 

when you die on dotage 

heil downer raked to the groundsheet 

CMCyou &your coinages 

in careless magnet have

summoned forth 

your larynx molested

malformed one-eyed piglet 

considered a manifestation of God's proof 

of Baron Cruddas sins

and his atheistical carriage, 

in unfaithfulness and stubbornness 

to become undone twisted scoffing 

at the ordinances, 

ways and people of God

profane, at age 15 rictus piled

you wear a crown of thorns 

a dispersal ice blue stare 

inside the heart of young boys 

crammed beat &crushed

where you use to hide 

when you are poor 

of common ailments that are meant

to keep a rivet inside apart from you

and begins loosely dreaming

this man’s hoarding is missing
been appended and is confused
deranged mythic circumlocutions since

& speech from crowned throat seals 

in the ring outcry no one when you are poor 

from not in the mouth sang our scalpels 

upon yr thirstless rite of 

passage sang out our scandals

and sunk of our sovereigns &shoals

scriptures lifeless peerage 

 inside his bloodstream realise

a clock in a beat mine &puts this 

clock out of beat of 

Cruddas Motto shriek a war cry slogan 

where you use to hide 

 or ticktock, ticktock 

inside alms you use to cry

 inside a broken stitch

spears in heirloom proud the varicose 

to entwined upon dead vows 

end the hands to freedom 

blithe weight driven Clock Hands

stick &unstitched inside 

with what hour it is,  

the winding arbors removed from me  

a sentry of decimal's erupting 


              Over what is our hopeless work?  

             hoards scuttle shift blowtorch 

to sing this bondage clip 

on a high end scourge lid

to credo at every structure hollowed 

out dried renters blood disappeared 

the truest solemnity 

to keep on heaven’s doorstep red 

a change in legislation 

has been referred to by Mike Weatherley as 'Weatherley's Law' incapacity again 

tough love maybe or

we are going to come to your door 

& administer righteousness swift 

& infallibly his clemency  to access my heart  

cashless as if tied to forelock 

lighting scraped my hurt locker 

O whether or not you should 

communicate what you are 

for cell composed to weld 

the room in two stuck to me, 

that as I move moves with me 

by reducing myself at work 

to my work is the same

Today I am not sick in the clearing of 

hornets & the passing of trade

today I limp back inside & 

to magical imaginaries twisted

to scrapped cheeks create 

a lull for teeth closed inside

harmlessly still again & that rosette

is cleaned out leaving a bracken sil

as hope is made to hide the winding arbors

are still removed promptus et fidelis 

pillaged from life lordship heretical o

ur scalpels this puts 

the clock out of beat