if i was a gun i'd shoot,

every opinion you every confessed,

like ballons on a fun fair stand,

like drunks waiting for a bus down on a sea front strand,

a printed typed out mess,wouldn't have it anyway other than this,

a bird feeder set for nine nine nine,

invert invert invert

6.66

the local and national views,

subverted in a classroom as true,

enough to make you feel a little strange,

its okay though, its the free press here thats tainted,

what is this monster that we somehow seem to be creating,

right verses left and who comes out best,

your right brain is at war with the left,

none of you know best its all opinion,

chop up this onion and tears spring forth,

can I have gail porters autograph,

OOOO, that was cruel you say?

eat it right down,

tomorrows editions will cover a new tradgedy,

open ended natural contankerous old parodies,

keeping up with the jone's,

ring and ring and posers,

free this global market,

lets barter and steal a new ideal,

something that we can all believe in,

something that we can all feel,

something lacking that page 3 mass market appeal,

parrots that squawk, emulating t.v sets, in view and fact,

find out for yourself,

if not dont include any of us,

you dont want to know,

I dont want to be,

your ideals mean nothing to me.

your a padlock on every persons brain,

register and number us,

make us the same,

but were "sick", and we outnumber you,

whatever happened to moral majority?

the middle class view is all that is upheld by you,

so can we try and innovate?

will we ever be allowed in an animal farm,

padlocked up in the simple farmers barn.