Today was going to be a titanic tirade about
Scottish Power but the compensation (sorry – good will gesture) they told the Ombudsman they’d paid me in September
finally arrived today after more hassle and phone calls. I've escaped from them
now so let’s not waste lovely blog
space. Instead – a short poetry rant about the vacuous nature of modern living.
Who are they?
You’re ‘amazing’,
famous, a mega superstar
But I don’t
know who you are
Nor do I
care
You flog
perfume though once you kicked a ball
I have
absolutely no Idea at all
How this all
works
Your bum
appeared in a gyrating tweet
But I wouldn't know you if we met in the street
What’s your point
Did you do something
worthwhile
Like a 4-minute
mile
In the days
when athletes’ shorts went to their knees
Or maybe you’re
in prison for strongly held beliefs
I can’t admire
you because you posed in your briefs.
Get real.
That song
you're killing has been done a dozen times
By vaselined
boys miming nonsense rhymes
Into a mic
My ring my marriage my baby my
divorce
My love my loss my scheming my
remorse.
It’s all
dished up in a stinking slop
Make it stop
Unplug
yourself and learn to think
It may be
painful
At first
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NB. For some
nice energy company cartoons click in the right hand column on my name in
orange and scroll down the post list to the political cartoons.