Substance is slowly eroded by spin
Politicians care only enough to get in
Leaders no longer resign about honour
Cult of celebrity means all the be's wanna
Heroes are cheaters, performance enhanced
The God of the cathode keeps believers entranced
Faces are moulded and bodies are brushed
Speeches are empty and strategies rushed
Genes are now tailored to ensure they grow more
Its profit that profits, we all know the score
Programmes are shorter as adverts expand
Wherever you look now, the bland lead the bland.
This expresses my frustration at a profound shift in society which can be seen in politics, work, the media and relationships. It is making a lot of people unhappy, and I'm too stroppy not to whinge about it!
Also, this is a partly modified poem. Not completely written by me.
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