The rise and rise of close circuit reality
The demise of sobriety
My voyeuristic society.
Crap, crap, crap
Writers out of work snap
Anyone can be a celebrity
Even while you take a crap
Privacy is a trap!
No stars, no script, no harm
Mediocrity rules, what charm!
Just riff raff and dumb scum
Dumb, dumb, dumb
La Di das and La di bums!
Firing squad kitchens
Overcooked the chicken friction!
Heart attack fat reduced fat
Arafat crack a fat!
Fucking wanna bees on an island
With pretentious twats!
Celebrity sorcerers apprentices
Trumpet blowing Trump on the offensive!
I’m bored, I’m chairman of the bored
I am the grey suit overlord.
That Bitch, that hard face bitch
And that bastard with an itch
Drag Queen winchers
O Big Brother!
What? You had sex with your sister?
Yo little fucker.
Hooray for Tom Tucker!
Dinosaur peanut brain bimbos
Sucking desperate bambos in limbo!
So fuck the scripts, mumbling is in
monosyllabic Neanderthals a win.
*My intense dislike for Reality TV is only equal to the intrusive reality of CCTV as they are intrinsically the same thing anyway.