Those glossy mags extol the life of excess to us poor.
Each page is filtered, photoshopped depicting things that you’re
Undoubtedly impressed by, unashamedly in awe!
Just ponder on those things in life that’s best left at the door.
Who needs a million sycophants that breathe your every word?
Who needs to air their tepid views online so they are heard?
Who needs a ‘Like’, a ‘share’, ‘repost’ to garner self esteem?
Who needs to trawl the internet to find that perfect meme?
All said and done I find myself a slave to those who read,
My inner thoughts and rants and raves? Sometimes I feel the need
A ‘like’, or two to aid my pain
So that I don’t feel sad!
Oh fuck!!! I think I’m turning gay!
Now aint that fucking bad!
Dec247h 