Britain’s got talent, but it’s going to waste.
Search for a star that we can all debase.
Famous for fame’s sake, look a likes and namesakes.
Reality, celebrity - no room for let it be.
Botox, detox, silicone you can’t touch.
Too many channels too few stations,
Medicated media makes us all TV patients.
IED, QED, fighting in the desert sea,
don’t be so blind, choose to see.
Sponsor your very own insurgency?
Or start your own academy?
Democracy cradled in past tenses,
buy some influence with your expenses.
Don’t pay now, don’t pay later
ride a new fuel-price escalator.
Sexualised children and media farce
create the new working girl class.
Lolly-popped and ultra-thin,
the no longer viable heroin.
Atkins, carbs and prized size zero,
there’s too much fat on a working class hero.
So supersize it, max it all,
it still won’t cushion you against this fall.
