Let's borrow some language:
Say, from newsreaders or -
Two office workers covert talk in a lift.
Let's then, cleverly, deliver it in the style of,
Say, the other. So, two office workers:
"In the markets today, the Dow is one and a half points up
While the Nasdaq remains steady at four thousand and forty four".
and the newsreaders:
" She fucked him - in THIS lift! can you believe it?
Christmas Eve and I was in the other one waiting for the service
engineer and panicking like a bastard. You could hear everything down
the wires - gave her a right seeing to mind you he did"
(chuckles)
Then we carry advertising and the commissioners ask for another 12 weeks.
Great.
On the other side it's Snooker.
Somehow, after a while making people laugh becomes old hat,
you slip away in breaks during filming where you can watch the news being made
and you listen to the gossip of journalists who have given up on telling the truth
so long ago that they neither know what it is or have wilfully learned to forget.
Sure, it's just a media fantasy. All you can piece together of a life you didn't live
But you've seen 'Network'. You know the score on Plato's wall. The counter ticks.
There's something about Paul Nuttal announcing UKIP will stand in 'most constituencies'
You have begun to engage with the media narrative and you get the private innuendos:
Corbyn's not a leader. Nuttal's a prick. You notice the double standard and wonder why..
There's another strange article about whether people have it harder than did the miners..?
'Pit - Lattes Classes For the Working Classes', you think, having become good at this language business. (your back still hurts)
Then, you notice a hedgehog - that time already. Shouldn't someone be painting or writing poetry?
Best crack on.
Say, from newsreaders or -
Two office workers covert talk in a lift.
Let's then, cleverly, deliver it in the style of,
Say, the other. So, two office workers:
"In the markets today, the Dow is one and a half points up
While the Nasdaq remains steady at four thousand and forty four".
and the newsreaders:
" She fucked him - in THIS lift! can you believe it?
Christmas Eve and I was in the other one waiting for the service
engineer and panicking like a bastard. You could hear everything down
the wires - gave her a right seeing to mind you he did"
(chuckles)
Then we carry advertising and the commissioners ask for another 12 weeks.
Great.
On the other side it's Snooker.
Somehow, after a while making people laugh becomes old hat,
you slip away in breaks during filming where you can watch the news being made
and you listen to the gossip of journalists who have given up on telling the truth
so long ago that they neither know what it is or have wilfully learned to forget.
Sure, it's just a media fantasy. All you can piece together of a life you didn't live
But you've seen 'Network'. You know the score on Plato's wall. The counter ticks.
There's something about Paul Nuttal announcing UKIP will stand in 'most constituencies'
You have begun to engage with the media narrative and you get the private innuendos:
Corbyn's not a leader. Nuttal's a prick. You notice the double standard and wonder why..
There's another strange article about whether people have it harder than did the miners..?
'Pit - Lattes Classes For the Working Classes', you think, having become good at this language business. (your back still hurts)
Then, you notice a hedgehog - that time already. Shouldn't someone be painting or writing poetry?
Best crack on.
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