Britain's Got Talent

By Ewan

Sat, 30 May 2009
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5 comments
 

Tell me Andy, were we meant
to take it seriously?
Everyone? And fifteen
whole minutes?
The cannibal in the corner
is more hungry than that.

What say Andy? Maybe five
of ersatz celebrity:
everyone aged fifteen
in their head
all singing for the last supper
- stardust-hungry, the twats.

And you Simon, do we all
feel good and superior?
All of them a freak-show
for today,
us pointing arrogant fingers
at the simply pathetic.

Listen, Susan; a nice voice
and my own pocket change
will buy you a Starbucks
and doughnut.
They would last a damn-sight longer
than tinsel-covered stardom.

Certificate 15
Poem
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Jupiter on
Singing? Dancing? Poet Prancing? Britain's Got ABCtales? ;) Topical truth. I like it.

Submitted by azrop on
Good one, Ewan.

Submitted by Belle Green on
Simon Cowell is f*ing hot looking! :) But, Gerry Butler has him beat in the sexy dept. Oh yeah, cool poem.

Submitted by chuck on
It's a mind-bender all right but who am I to judge? The show is just so darn slick. And very popular with the masses.

Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
nice one Ewan. This programme is set up to put poor wannabe gobshites (an Irish word) up in front of the nation and then take the piss out of them; make them feel even smaller and more pathetic; most of them surely already know, why they have to go on national TV prove it defies logic. Like 'chuck' says, it is unbelievably popular; you can't sneeze in our house when it's on or the women would have a hissy fit. Chris ;)