Dedicated to The Daily Mail and all other sleazy tabloids:
The Pit
Now the laughing gleeful consumers of the mire
Will slither and dance over the remains of the shattered
Taking substance from the droppings of a tabloid empire
Slurping the blood dropped into their gaping, salivating jaws
They reach up and greedily grasp for more tearing the walls
Crying out for victims who must be punished for their flaws
Their hunger is never satisfied and they will never see
That the joke is on them the morsels only illusions they create
To wile away the useless hours of a life they foolishly embrace
Climbing so far then sliding back down once again to helplessly wait
3 comments:
Ooo! That is good! That's right, that is what the Daily ShitMail is! That poem says it all.
Check out the tribute I made to Pete on my blog!
Elaine,
You tell them, kiddo! Bastards!
Here I am swearing again. £2 in the swearbox, LOL.
Thanks for dropping by. I am so excited I feel stressed, does it make sense? Hahaha.
xoxoxo
M
Hi Elaine-
Did you write that? Wow!
I know - I'm still fuming over that rag.
Low life c*&#S!
Anway, just saying hello. Are you going to try to get tix to see the 'OO?? Are they coming to an arena near you?? :)
Take care and be well,
Sue D.xx
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