I’m just plain disappointed

I’m just plain disappointed  

Do not give me your shitty Game of Thrones
your puerile latest show of anything
the next youtube channel to break a million- thous-illion subscribers
the next door neighbour who’s competed on Britain’s-got-nothing-but-fat-sad-talentless-plebheads
personalityless-people who can’t pontificate the moment because their likes might go down in any given medium can suck their butt warts for all the thoughts I can muster.

Eight season of the walking dead! And still counting!

We live in this world
What the fuck is a chat show? A-too-very long dry and dull advertisement for a thing by a body who neither knows how to speak or wipe their arse as they vomit sugar down the viewer throats…

A Kardashian is a commodity! 
Tuck your lips in chicks because you look vile, hilarious and ready to guzzle nothing but jizzoa!
Where is the shame, the embarrassment at getting drunk and fucking for drugs and the latest wayward attempt at attention from a fatherly figure who’s never been around!

At least a brunch date can be lied about, or a tattoo covered up.
Yet somehow your arse is peculiarly podgy and your lips are sore from watching jeremy Kyle and thinking of the precious airtime you could have, if only you could snag such a desultory relationship as theirs.

At dinner if you answer your phone and your cancerous moms not dying immediately, I wanna see myself through glass!
The world, you, in particular are not worth the activity of my leisure!
And I have a shit job where I do nothing but placate times sagging balls, 
and little do I have to offer the average passerby, whether it be conversation or a display of any respectable talent but fuckedy-shit-me don’t I know it
                                                                                  Don’t 
                       I 
                                  feel it!
Advice is pointless, experience has to be endured and only then might I perhaps listen to your gold-soot.
Yet, 
ah man, so many yets             Britney Spears still a thing and the Gang bang theory gets a spin off off of the spin off!

So many bad things, objectively terrible comedians, books that only wilt the mind, self help guru’s who need only bullets through the spline, chef’s with a smile so fake a plasterer is called in for on sight repairs…
We can’t even eat the food. They talk about food but we can’t swallow it!
Dullards, mediocrity the lot of them.
                                                           Celebrated!
                                                           Knighted for the absurd reason of a long existence and no public outcry at the delighted divulging of an honest opinion on whatever minority is in vogue within the teensy moment.
Hollow-planks of see-through plastic-sperm!

The collective consciousness is vicious for an ailing soul who cannot tolerate the mind humping and numbing affections of any crowd.
Global-group-think destroys the individual, left or right, likes or dislike it’s a torrent of abomination as
the human experience should never be one stretch of a vacuous advertisement for low-low hades-hell standards!

You stand before me, not a person but a walking theremin, a being capable of little more than parroting whatever’s beamed in front of you. 

Please be most respectful when I say, get the hell away from me.

So do your hair differently, watch something nobody is talking about, go outside, get held up at knife point, eat sweets found on the floor, contemplate where your life has been and where it’s heading, listen, listen and listen a shit tonne more and more and more-

And then
And only then        might you be of interest to moi!