Like Festering Sore

Like a festering sore
you’re there,
demanding my attention.


‘Oh scratch me please’
you whine.


Every time I turn on
the TV you scream
colourful lies at me.


Trying to convince me
That he’s the best
She’s the best, the whole
Fucking world's a mess,
As far as I can see


Buy this buy that
any old tat, to improve my
life…


Oh Mr media
take your encyclopedia
of lies and stick it up your arse.