Bore

I ransacked my drawer and what I found was this poem (or song) which is already 2 years old. It was exactly what I would have liked to say to some “stars” at that time.
Do you think this is relevant now?


You’ve got no education,
But you demand adoration;
Hey, where’s your skill, where’s your imagination?

I stop up my ears when I hear you on the radio,
It’s nasty to see you each day on TV;
You’re so sure that you’re the best,
That you look cute in that pink dress...

The lyrics you sing is pure triteness,
The music you play is too primitive!
Oh, when you talk – it’s sheer nonsense,
Someone unknown has got more to give...

Hey, guys, who do you think you are?
You all suppose you’re so smart,
Thinking all girls will be yours
(Except for lesbians, of course!)...

I’m not gonna judge you,
I’m just to assure you:
Your glory will pass,
They’ll forget your sweet grace,
Cos numerous young fops
Will come to take your place.

…Maybe, I talk like a bore,
But I just can take it no more!