I’m just plain disappointed

I’m just plain disappointed

Do not give me your shitty Game of Thrones

your puerile latest show of anything

the next youtube channel to break a million- thous-illion subscribers

the next door neighbour who’s competed on Britain’s-got-nothing-but-fat-sad-talentless-plebheads

personalityless-people who can’t pontificate the moment because their likes might go down in any given medium can suck their butt warts for all the thoughts I can muster.

Eight season of the walking dead! And still counting!

We live in this world

What the fuck is a chat show? A-too-very long dry and dull advertisement for a thing by a body who neither knows how to speak or wipe their arse as they vomit sugar down the viewer throats…

A Kardashian is a commodity!

Tuck your lips in chicks because you look vile, hilarious and ready to guzzle nothing but jizzoa!

Where is the shame, the embarrassment at getting drunk and fucking for drugs and the latest wayward attempt at attention from a fatherly figure who’s never been around!

At least a brunch date can be lied about, or a tattoo covered up.

Yet somehow your arse is peculiarly podgy and your lips are sore from watching jeremy Kyle and thinking of the precious airtime you could have, if only you could snag such a desultory relationship as theirs.