Big Bother

Trapped within these infernal walls An object of public ridicule Dignity stripped away weeks ago By demeaning games And moronic house-mates But I'll have the last laugh Mark my words I came in a nobody But everyone will remember me The grand plan is nearing conclusion And I will savour every second My only regret is the three people I truly wanted to kill Have already been voted out But blood will drip down these walls regardless And those lucky enough to survive Won't get a luxury shopping budget As punishment for my crime I'll change the face of TV forever And save Britain from Another decade of This mindless pap But knowing my luck All that will happen Is plastic knives and forks Become compulsory For the next selection of freaks