LYRIC FOR SALE

By Blackburn

Thick as two short planks,
And wider than a tank.
So dead behind the eyes,
Don’t hide your thunder thighs.


The vacuous uneducated gimps,
Keep acting like our pimps.
But do nothing with their days,
Marketers can get them paid.


Nothing to say when they,
Don’t have their damn lines.
But always sold out anyway,
Just a sign of our times.


Children can starve to death.
Whose parents don’t have time to dream.
But people will queue for hour,
To hear about a new woman’s skincream.


Please tell us all about your wealth,
Tell us more about yourself.
All about your aggravation,
Talk about your constipation.


All loud on important TV,
Apparently we need to know thee.
Out there clear and loud.
Shakespeare would be proud.


It’s not an accusation,
But maybe try less masturbation.
Such a depressing sign of the times.
Even AI could write you better lines.