27 November 2012
(Rude words)
Who among us will take the blame When the talentless search for fifteen minutes of fame Sure, It's nice to be supportive But praise the deluded and something will give.
Young girls with an aspiration To be a footballer's wife without further ambition Celebrity status to be won in bars Or quicker by flashing their knickers exiting cars
Willing to parade their grimiest secrets Without a care on who it affects Paraded on tele, in front of a baying crowd How can this infamy be something of which to be proud?
Get a grip, get a life, get a job Don't seek notoriety from dipping your knob Too many mimers with not enough hits Too many wannabes flashing their tits
15 Minutes • Opuss № I