The splendid, splendiferous
Rubbish we’re fed by the media
Has our minds encompassed by non-sense
[Our brains adapt to the hogwash]
Until a non-sense world begins making sense to us
Until making sense then becomes far too laborious
The news-casters & politicians are paid to think for us
So it seems more appropriate
Not to get involved in their business
Plug in the tube & out your brains
And sit politely quiet and listen
And as if it couldn’t become more splendiferous
As the glow glows over the vision
Hours of devotion to the non-sensical
Has nearly now grown into a religion
And the future now looks even More splendiferous
Now that idleness has grasped our undivided attention
There’s no need to heed the cries of our little ones
No! As the media now raises up our children.
