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.
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
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.