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The Downfall of Modern Society
What a sad degraded world it is we live in:
Violent, adulterous, hypocritical slobs
Masquerading as cabinet ministers
TV entertainers and footballers;
And that's just the half of it.
The once noble and respected BBC
(slogan: nation shall speak peace unto nation)
Now employs a load of talentless, provincial announcers
Complete with impenetrable regional accents
(including that slimy one with the hideous
sycophantic Welsh sing-song gargle)
Spouting banalities and half-truths.
I remember a golden age, (ah! halcyon days)
When BBC announcers spoke decent English;
When announcers wore evening dress to read the News;
To show respect for the paying viewers;
When "Arts programmes" didn't include graffito daubers
Burbled on about boringly by Yorkshire pseudo-intellectuals;
When you needed to be almost literate
Before being allowed to swab the graffiti off the lav walls.
And now of course, in egalitarism's sodding name,
Everyone can go to a so-called dungheap university
(Walton-on-the-Naze Polytechnic College
Of Ethnic Football Management is particularly good)
Provided you can half-spell your own name (second attempt will do),
And as long as you can pay the bills;
And the average person's fondest dream
Is to win Big Brother or Tuneless Teen Idol
Or to have virtual TV sex on Big Boobs Island.
Sic transit gloria Britanniae
Comments
Lavender
Wed, 2020-07-01 13:58
The Downfall
Hi, Edna,
I appreciate your poem. I have been searching for a reliable source of news for many years now. It is mostly dramatic commentary, and not in a mature, professional tone. I listen to several sources to try to get a full understanding of an issue. Our media, in general, is sad and degrading.
Thank you,
L
Edna Sweetlove
Tue, 2020-08-04 15:37
A belated thank you...
...for your comment.
xxx
Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars