Digidoom

Where are we these days, where television plays with our senses?
Bickering with lights and fantastical technological prowess we are
Only the children of our own demise.
And one by one,
Our children are born, our own ignorance
Wraps them up, our own demented imaginations
Are their wet nurses.
Humanity will descend soon,
In to an imaginationless void
High definition landscapes and
Digital dandelions.

Introducing Credit Crunchies

The new cereal from Lloyds TSB
Will give you wings and set you free
One bowl every morning will make it sure
That your credit rating will be nice and pure
It’ll clense debit and credit cards
Stop constipation, make it hard
For generous spending to take its place
For the greedy wallets of the human race.

Three bowls a day will guarantee
Eternal love and frugality
It’ll freeze your assets, posses your home
Will ensure your life to be lived alone,
You’ll be divorced and celebate,
Your outlook will be desolate
And all because Lloyds TSB
Have introduced Credit Crunchies.

Jeans

Huggy, snuggy, cool and blue
Makes people want to look at you
Big butt hugger, makes it bigger
Curvey on women, loved by riggers.
Rebel symbol, mainstream now
Sadly adopted by the in-crowd,
Romantic retro, biker cool,
Make sure they fit or you’ll
Look a fool.

Here Come the PRS

The bureaucrats are after you,
Your music is too loud.
Just to make your monday worse,
Even more grey clouds,
The PRS are after business owners
Who like the radio
Who whistle whilte they work,
And like Simon Mayo.
(Or Steve Wright)

They bully like the playground
Thug with letters
And turn up unannounced.
They make things better
For performers
Who already get paid too much.

They are only interested in
You buying a bit of paper
That says you can play
Their game.
Despite the fact that the
Game is unfair and the only
Winners are the bloated
Performers and the PRS.

Obasm

Election night was a blast
It seemed to pass so very fast,
Bush was misunderestimated
To nightmares he’s been relegated,
The history written by a victor
To usher in a brand new era.

Mr Obama, you lovely man,
We’re waiting for your presidential plan
To right the world of all these woeful
Problems, caused by that miserable
Man.

Mr Obama has been teasing America,
The foreplay, we know is so good, Obama
Has been making the US tremble
With excitement.

And now the climax to our awaiting
Let’s hope we’ll be celebrating
A victory for sense of pragmatism
As the world awaits a multiple Obasm.

Love

Look back and see
Someone is there, behind
You.

You are never alone,
You think we cast, you out
But we love your wit and all.