Seven Shades of Cynicism > Constructive Criticism

Seven Shades of Cynicism > Constructive Criticism

A Poem by £15 + A S**t BJ
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waste of my time

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I'm from the generation that said goodbye to books,
And lasses judge life on likes, looks and f***s,
We're becoming more American, and that really 'sucks',
In the middle with Youtube, we're all f*****g stuck,
Facebook has more power than elected representatives,
C-cards are given free but no-one bothers with preventatives,
Britain's Got Talent, but it hasn't got an honest man,
Strictly Coming coalition, or that's the way it's span,
Media worms are quickly unearthing our land,
The grass is getting greener where there's oil beneath the sand,
No-one with any power has the balls to make a stand,
Because they'll get swiftly silenced by Nick, Dave or Miliband,
Policies just prevent other parties getting power,
Political over-kill since news is 24-hour,
The fruits of freedom and democracy are turning very sour,
England's f*****g falling like the third and final tower,
Little idiots on Tumblr don't know the sky is tumbling,
Despite the shock and scandals BSkyB's alive and rumbling,
Greed is running riot and morality is crumbling,
Content with discontentment, bar old people grumbling,
Pensions are getting cut by conservative scissors,
Ignoring the Olympics, employment still withers,
The thought of fighting for a cause is slowly dying with us,
Apart from extremist views that show lying still slithers,
While the weak-minded think they're sad and sit and blog s**t,
Ox-Bridge posh kids are treating the people like they're dog s**t,
While the lower classes are preoccupied with how Davina got fit,
The pompous privately educated lust for power and they've got it,
The Only Way Is Establishmentarianism, start sucking corporate c**k,
The rich are getting richer, it's the weak they like to mock,
MPs can't take the heat, like a metamorphic rock,
Daybreak on ITV is the working class alarm clock,
The masses can't see the gases of devastation dawning,
Middle-classes can't see reality through their 3D glasses warning,
Their kids will suffer the gashes that they caused by self-adorning,
And as time slips and passes only the ignorant are yawning,
When you go to sleep tonight be aware you're getting shafted,
By an elaborate system that's being continuously crafted,
The capitalist handbags for which your grandfather grafted,
And the glad-rags that your lass wears symbolise you getting rafted...

© 2012 £15 + A S**t BJ


Author's Note

£15 + A S**t BJ
if you say 'rant over' you really shouldn't try to rant, ranting's not for you people, you're too self-conscious and not passionate enough, it's like hitting someone and immediately explaining why you hit them...

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Added on November 5, 2012
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£15 + A S**t BJ
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