Dear sir or madam,
I don’t normally write to the press,
But the neighborhood where I grew up
Is really quite depressed.
Society is crumbling
But the media’s obsessed
With boobs, bums,
Dot-com millionaires,
Fame fashion, FTSE shares.
People, people,
They couldn’t care less.The burglars have ransacked
All the houses in the street,
While Mercs and Porches
Double-park with sheer impunity.
When towed away the ponces
Plead to all and sundry:
“Referee, what about me?”So forgive my lack of confidence
And total low esteem,
But the dog-eat-dog society
Has deemed us all has-beens,
While our smiling bland spin doctors s
Slyly lead us down the track,
To a stab in the back.
—Ray Davies, “Yours Truly Confused, N10,” Thanksgiving Day