Soaps

Tories on the box again.
Putting chickens into fox's dens.
Wondering when it will all end
News report
Human waste
Turn it over
Delete
Rest my bruised and aching feet
The mind hastes to cognitive retreat.
Coronation Street, 5 days a week.

Famine, war, bullets and bombs.
Just another headline to glance and place under your arms.
Shrug in conversation, worlds frustrations.
Its not your burden to bare.
Another night sat in front of luminous glare
Stare blankly at the glass screen, you seek
Can't stand to hear the truth speak
Don't want my time spent on something so bleak.
Emmerdale, 5 days a week.'

You are weak, For thinking of the feelings of others.
Hungry orphaned children never seeing their mothers.
They scream and hide under covers.
Dont dwell on if it's real, it's just another article on the newsfeed reel.
Pain, suffering, poverty, injustice.
Only poor people feel the cluches
It's fine as long as these things don't happen to me.
News report
Stop it I've had enough
Delete
Return to sender
Thoughts I refuse to render
Fucking emotional vendors.
5 days a week, Eastenders.