Pathetic Poem by Andrew Matthews

All the jokers on TV
Spin their yarns to you and me
They talk about how great life is
but they have to I guess to sell the dream of showbiz.

Real life cannot be portrayed on TV
The hurt, the suffering the way it is across the sea
In Africa, children starving till they fall
Born with Aids, they'd be better off not born at all.

The people in our own backyard
Some only care about being half jarred
The army's of drinkers and smokers all alike
Are praying to god for their drink to be spiked.

Some only want to be robots
Some only want someone to hug
Some become rich and successful
but their baldy head makes them wear a rug.

06/01/2002