Winter Wonder (where my supplements are) Land
Dopey troofers in the pub look a little vexed.
They don’t have a consensus on the “issue” that is next.
“No to the cashless society” a voice shouts from afar.
As shes paying for her meal with an iPhone at the bar.
We’ve seen a lot of posts pop up about Balenciaga.
And how they’re all Satanic, a sorry little saga.
All publicity is welcome, but when its free its best.
The advertisers lit the fuse and the troofers did the rest.
Ash is stood outside the shop, megaphone in hand.
But people just ignore him as he disparages the brand.
He’s just another useless git who hasn’t got a job.
And he doesn’t need a megaphone to amplify that gob.
We’ve got to save the children its all that we can do.
But its not about the children, its always about you.
They think their efforts valuable, in their stupid little heads.
As the children they could really help are sobbing in their beds.
Businesswoman of the year still flogging supplements.
But her followers still order them, are they really all that dense.
Imagine if she was successful though, I wonder what we’d say.
If she had her business empire “50 Sheds of Grey”.
People in her comments complaining every day.
No word of explanation and the goods not on their way.
Staring at the postman, and the mat no post has dropped on.
I think a call to Trading Standards is their only real option
Perhaps we’re being too unkind, and she has a valid reason
She’s just a little busy as it is “The Christmas Season”
She opened up her garage to a massive scary flood
And this garage based Tsunami, washed away her goods.
As we stumble onto Christmas and the start of a new year.
The troofers are still wittering about lockdowns, masks and fear.
I’m off to put my tree up and I’m going to “Deck my hall”, So…
“Merry Christmas Tattlers, Merry Christmas one and all”
Dopey troofers in the pub look a little vexed.
They don’t have a consensus on the “issue” that is next.
“No to the cashless society” a voice shouts from afar.
As shes paying for her meal with an iPhone at the bar.
We’ve seen a lot of posts pop up about Balenciaga.
And how they’re all Satanic, a sorry little saga.
All publicity is welcome, but when its free its best.
The advertisers lit the fuse and the troofers did the rest.
Ash is stood outside the shop, megaphone in hand.
But people just ignore him as he disparages the brand.
He’s just another useless git who hasn’t got a job.
And he doesn’t need a megaphone to amplify that gob.
We’ve got to save the children its all that we can do.
But its not about the children, its always about you.
They think their efforts valuable, in their stupid little heads.
As the children they could really help are sobbing in their beds.
Businesswoman of the year still flogging supplements.
But her followers still order them, are they really all that dense.
Imagine if she was successful though, I wonder what we’d say.
If she had her business empire “50 Sheds of Grey”.
People in her comments complaining every day.
No word of explanation and the goods not on their way.
Staring at the postman, and the mat no post has dropped on.
I think a call to Trading Standards is their only real option
Perhaps we’re being too unkind, and she has a valid reason
She’s just a little busy as it is “The Christmas Season”
She opened up her garage to a massive scary flood
And this garage based Tsunami, washed away her goods.
As we stumble onto Christmas and the start of a new year.
The troofers are still wittering about lockdowns, masks and fear.
I’m off to put my tree up and I’m going to “Deck my hall”, So…
“Merry Christmas Tattlers, Merry Christmas one and all”