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
Copyright © Kevin Mcallion | Year Posted 2008
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