I will not turn on the tv just to kill boredom
To have my mind stilled, thoughts killed
To give my meaningless moment purpose
The trivia running through my mind
Though not the creative kind
Is far superior to what I would view
Some fool puts his meaningless moment on paper
And sells it to the BBC or ITV
And all the parlour clods (daft sods)sit and watch it
With vacant eyes gazing glazed from vacant face
As some fool quotes what some fool wrote
How some fools dog killed some fools stoat
And some fool models some fools coat
How some fools liner rammed some fools boat
As some fool politician clears his throat
Before telling us fools how he foolishly dotes
On some fool actress (sowed his oats)
And tries to use it to get fools votes
Well, that killed a minute di'nit?
Wonder what's on?
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