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11 September, 2009

Reality TV

Who sees

When another

Wannabe

Parades their

Arse

On Reality TV?

The World Sees.

And is ready

To please

The arse

Who needs

This ravenous

Validity

And will make

Themselves broke

To vote

And prolong the

Joke

Of this perpetual

Fallacy

Of 30 second

Celebrity.


But does

Reality TV Vote

Stop young hands

Slitting another

Young throat?

Can’t fix

What ain’t broke

As this

Chain of command

Has been doing

The route

For centuries.

The World knows

The truth

But is side blinded

To the root

The cause

And effect

Of Systematic

Neglect

Of school reports

That project

Young black boys

As a threat

Then fail to

Protect

Their needs

And good intent


The family structure

Too

Is black and blue

From generations

Who bore the

Scars of

Emasculation

Only had mummy

To do

What some daddies

Never learnt to.

Thus leaving her to

Guide her sons thru

The minefield

Of manhood

When she herself

Stood

Still, recovering from

A minefield

Detonation

Wounded, she

Leans on

The State

As a husband.

Out of the minefield

Into a Nuclear Station.


Yet she Sojourns on

‘Cause the Truth

Is she has

Ambition

And Sheer

Determination

To get her

Young son

And his brother

Safely to the

Adult border

Around Trident,

Court Orders,

Stop and Search

Micky D drive-thru orders

Bling cultures

A myriad of

Freeloaders and

Other people’s lustful

Daughters

And sons

The ones with guns

The misogynistic ones

Who only see

Arse and tits

On a hoe

And a bitch

And slow motioned

Hunnies, licking

Parted lips

With breasts that

Shimmer

With body glitter;

In a pum-pum printa

That wines

On hot-housed hips

Portrayed in many a

Music video

Shit.

Where MTV is

God

And the Devil is

The Apprentice

Discovery

A National Geographic

Documentary

In this negated

Tragedy

Where the only

Escape from insanity

Is to be

A wannabe

On RealityTV

Where the World

Will then see

Their seemingly ravenous

Need

For Validity.


Vote please.


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