Modern Life is Rubbish V. Modern life is rubbish, Like a field of clay Ploughed with your fingers, Clogging up your nails, Sullying your shirt sleeves, Your knees caked in clinging clods of dirt. Wipe your hands on your rear. Move the muck around, Smear it down your cleanest, Most ironic t-shirt. Wave away the dismay Like a pointless waft At a persistent fly. Oh!, for a tool! But the mirror will show it. Rank now, you flounder Like a cart with mismatched wheels Tipping out its load To be wasted on the highway. Modest protection from risk Will show how foolish you are As you wallow in the mud As a work-shy pig does, Oinking in the pleasure of its own grime. Munch down on the dung And know the taste of your own shit. Recycle it endlessly for your nourishment. Modern life demands efficiency So you must extract as much from it as possible Even if it poisons you. The myth of the counter-productiveness of Actual meaningful discussion must be Encouraged by forcing the lounging Pigs to ogle other lounging pigs And offering them the chance to Criticise and snigger as they Act all holier-than-thou and Wave their trotters with a self-justified Sense of grandeur that comes from Being spoon-fed like that. They honestly believe that Spoon is silver and that brown Stuff isn't their own shit. I suppose you must reap what you sow. That is clearly why the fools are constantly digging. Deluded into the false sense of security that Is a lounging pig with furry sliders And wrecked stretch jeans, drawn tight across Their flabby, pitted back-sides. Their stringy tops exposing the filthy Sagging tits, battered by groping Hands and the tattooist's needle. Artistry in depravity and sordid Acts of wanton self disfigurement To try to cover up the obvious Sense of self-loathing, That gagging that comes when Looking into the mirror and Only seeing a spanner. It's only then you come to The bitter acknowledgement of fate. A prisoner bonded in the shackles Of social media and television. They'll make a Netflix out of you For the other pigs to mutter at. You'll be upheld as a mere memory, Played by a rich fool who'll get a Golden globe because they think He was a better pig than you. He didn't wade through the shit. That was CGI. That was the essence Of the wool pulled over their eyes. Over your eyes.
Benedict Cumberbatch, English actor, was born today in 1976.
Rutger Hauer, Dutch actor, died today in 2019.
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Brutal honest 💩 as life can be sometimes. However I very much like both actors. 😁