fauxcroft

There are people that are queuing up

Ready to view as much,

Lies that can be printed

By the oligarchy media,

Prying into people’s lives

Giving them no place to hide,

Hounding lots of people

Who’ve done no harm at all,

Building people up

Just so they can tear them down,

Parasite journalists are operating below ground,

Hiding in the shadows ignoring stories of corruption

Printing shit about benefit scroungers,

While saying nothing about tax dodgers,

Printing xenophobic trash,

Publishing racist propaganda,

They’re mouth pieces of the governments

And the oligarchs that they serve,

What happened to a free and independent press

Or am I dreaming did this ever exist?

Is it just a reflection of societal petty, mean bitterness,

Where we love to see the successful fall

We must accept one and all,

The sleazy, nasty press we get

Is a reflection of our own insidiousness,

The papers that they sell in the end

Are brought by people in the millions,

Who thrive on misery and gossip,

Well not me, mate, dignity? You lost it

But I retain mine by not buying into this shit,

The media is disgustingly toxic,

And I won’t give it my money

To ruin peoples lives and pretend it’s funny,

What’s funny is when they hold others in judgement

When they have got no moral compass,

Fuck the fucking media, I’ve got absolutely no time for them.