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Generation Can't Be Arsed.
We've had it with Democracy,
In generation can't be arsed,
We prefer a grim Autocracy.
As long as we may kiss the arse,
Of burnt out Aristocracy.
So raise your glass to the new elite,
The alcopopping pseudos cheering, paparazzi lizards leering
And the shimmerings of shallow stars,
No underwear, but aren't they neat?
They hog the stage, their live's a fake
What do we care? We eat their cake.
As strutting kings and queens of style,
Go rutting down our Royal Mile.
Bombarded by the medias, medias of mediocrity,
We welcome now the dawning age,
The age of Mediocracy.
And heaven help one who dares: to yawn,
To shine, or wilfully fails to fawn,
Or writes in critical letters, of our media appointed betters.
