"eastenders" poems
(with apologies to Gil Scott-Heron)
You will have to stay home, sister.
You will charge up, tune in, drop out of all activities.
You will scroll through memes, trawl the news,
Skip the tea, you're running low.
The epidemic will be endlessly televised.
The epidemic will be brought to you in a trillion parts,
With declining commercial interruption.
The epidemic will show you pictures of Trump and Boris blithering,
Dreaming of fried chicken at the end of televisation,
"Oka-a-ay...".
"You are a terrible reporter!"
NHS-badged Hancock will look the part,
But cannot answer the question
Should I look after my sick self-isolated seventyish neighbour?
Fauci facepalms
And is gone.
Watch out, guys.
The epidemic will be televised.
The Epidemic (starring Tom Hanks) will not be brought to you on the big screen.
There will be no big screen.
The Epidemic will not play Glasto
Lit by 300,000 Androids.
The epidemic will be brought to you by friends and strangers.
The epidemic will be televised.
The epidemic will not inject fat into your posterior.
You will not need to shave or deodorise.
As it turns out, you are not worth that expensive holiday.
The epidemic will make you a bedroom star
Vlogging your incarceration to ten followers.
The epidemic will be televised.
There will be pictures of coughing queues at supermarkets
Toilet roll riots, thermometer wars.
There will be pictures of you and your best mate
Pushing that cart down the block,
Packed with Branston Pickle baked beans
Though you posted fifty times online about hoarding.
You will not have dressed for the occasion.
You will not care who wins Love Island.
You will not care who wins The Great British Bake Off.
Eastenders will be cancelled
After 35 years of continuous drama.
You will dodge the police for a quiet walk
On a brighter day.
The epidemic will be televised.
Reporters will cough.
Ministers will be replaced
Suddenly
Parliament will be suspended.
Politics will cease to be televised.
The epidemic will be right back, after a message.
You will have to worry about a germ in your bathroom,
Your food supply, the tiger in your tank, your loved ones,
Whether, if you cease to breathe, there will be a ventilator.
You will consider getting in the driver's seat.
Where to go?
Would you like to see your mother?
Would you like to cross a border?
The Caravan Park is occupied
By the Military.
Slowly, slowly
The screens will darken.
The epidemic will no longer be televised.
The Epidemic is not a game. You cannot return to a previous Save.
The epidemic is live.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
(Voice 1-male)
This is not living
This sitting, nightly arrangement
Its purpose of entertainment
How could I care for the world around if I cannot hear it, touch it, taste it for myself?
We watch the same screen from opposite ends of the world
You have the best seat and I allow it, so you don't miss out
And we fill the void between us with empty crisp packets and the last dregs of a lonely can.
Once not so long ago
You would rest your legs over mine and consume the space.
And although I complained,
I never once minded, not really.
(Voice 2-female)
I wish you would touch me
Like you used to
Before we stagnated somewhere between Eastenders and Big Brother.
The way you would run your fingers up and down the soles of my feet.
Before work piled on the pressure
And you became too tired to tell me about your day
I remember when we didn't need the tv,
When our entertainment was the sound of each other’s voices,
Or the crackle of vinyl as we made love under its arches of sound,
Upon this very sofa
Where we now sit in awkward silence, together, yet apart.
(Voice 1-male)
I wish you still asked me about my day,
Even though I may not answer because I don't want to bring you down
Still it would be nice to know you cared.
I wish that remote would separate itself from our relationship,
Instead of being our adulterant, as we use it for the only pleasure between us.
I wish that at the end of the night, you would sit with me in silence,
The way we used to
Just wrapped in each other’s arms
The only entertainment we needed then,
Was listening for the moment our heartbeats synchronised
I wish we could have that again
Instead of you going to bed without so much as a good night kiss.
(Voice 2-female)
I wish you would follow me to bed
Instead of wallowing in front
Of your latest boxset conquest
You don't even say goodnight
As if I am doing you a disservice
And i wish you knew that in bed I cry
Longing for you to be as enthralled by me
As you is the TV.
When was our bed no longer the source of entertainment?
(Voice 1-male)
I wish you knew that I cry when you go to bed
Missing the time
When we were more important than sleep.
I wish I could turn off the television
I wish I could turn off my mind.
But I see that you no longer want me,
Or have any interest in me
When all I need is for you to ask
How are you?
Throw your arms around me
Take me away from the world
I need no other entertainment than that
Most of all
What I wish
Is that we could silence the world
And just be honest
And see that we are not that different
We are the same as we used to be
Before television took the life
Out of you and me
I wish, just for once, we would talk
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
It Seems ... Mr. Ross ...
Has BROKEN Some ... " Boundaries " ...
But ... If It's Not Him ...
It's That Man ... " Ali G " ... !!!
Or Maybe A ... " Pundit " ...
On Late Night TV ... ?!?
But ...
Shows That They're SLAMMING ...
Claim To Be ... " Comedies " ... ?!?
Can Someone Explain ...
How They Get On ... TV ... ?!?
" Have I Got News For You "
Is On ... BBC ...
As is ... Mr. Ross ...
But NOT ... Ali G ...
Channel 4 ... Is The Channel ...
Where He Seems To Be ...
But ...
Now They're Complaining ...
That Things They Are Saying ...
AREN'T Really ... " Funny " ... !?!
But ...
THIS Is ... LONG After ...
Execs' Get MONEY ... !!!
NOT Just Celebs' ...
But THOSE ... TV Heads ...
Who CLAIM That ... " The Edit " ...
Didn't Get To ... THEIR DESK ... !?!
So ....
What Were They Doing ... ?
Instead of ... Tape Viewing ... ?!?
Now ...
That Is A Thought ...
To Leave Your Mind ... " Stewing " .............
See ...
THIS Is ... " The Problem " ...
With Critics and ... " Liberals " ...
THEY ... Twist and Turn ...
Like ... " Arjen Robben " ... !!!
It's OKAY To USE Blacks ...
For ... SHAMELESS Displays ...
EVEN If A GREAT MANY ...
DON'T Behave THAT Way ... !?!
But Some SILLY Blacks ...
Are READY To Say ...
" Don't worry i'll do it ! "
Just For A ... " PAYDAY " ... !!!
That's Just My View ...
Cos' TV ... Is SEE THROUGH ...
DON'T EVER Be Fooled ...
They KNOW What They Do ...
These SHOCK VALUE Stories ...
Remind Me of ... TORIES ... !!!
and Like ... MOST of Them ...
THESE Stories Just Bore Me ... !!!
I Thought This Was WHY ...
We Have The ... " Watershed " ... !?!
Cos' ...
By The Time ... Half Past Nine ...
Shouldn't Kids Be IN BED ... ?!?
Parents ... Be CAREFUL ...
Which Channel You PRESS ... !!!
Cos' Your Child May Just Be ... ???
REPEATING ... What Is Said ...
On ... Late Night TV ...
To Get Some STREET CRED' ... !!!
This Is MY Belief ...
It's Those SAME TV Chiefs ...
That PUT ... FOUL-MOUTHED Actors ...
On .... " Comic Relief " ....
They KNOW What They're Doing ...
They SET UP ... SHOCK Viewing ... !!!!!
From Soaps Like ... " Eastenders " ...
To ... Late Night Agendas ...
To ...
CONJURE UP ... Figures ...
From Ali G ... " WIGGERS' " ...
To RAPPERS Who YES ...
Are REALLY ... Gold Diggers ... !!!
Who Just Try To ... SHOCK ...
With Words That They've Got ... !!!
THESE Rap Battles Generate ...
MILLIONS of Sales ... !!!!!!
Don't You SEE ... ?
Thats' The Plot ...
DON'T Sit and COMPLAIN ...
Cos' The Lot We've Now Got ...
Is Running ... AMOK ...
Somewhat Like ...
... Your SNOT ... !!!
Whatever Has Happened ...
To .... TECHNOLOGY .... ?!?
Unless The Show's LIVE ...
Can't They Just Use The BLEEP ... ?!?
EVEN If The Show's LIVE ...
I Suggest They Start Using ...
Technology ... " Tricks " ...
And Then THIS Whole PROBLEM ...
Could Simply Be ... FIXED ...
PROFANITY Is ...
Part of ... REALITY ...
And REALITY Is ..
A Reflection of ... " WE " ...
The Image of ... YOU ...
And The Image of ME ...
I Hope ... This Little Poem ...
Has Helped You To SEE ...
That ...
ALL of This ... NONSENSE ...
Is Simply Just ... BLEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPP ... !!!!!!
And THAT Is My View ...
On These **** ...
.... " Boundaries " ....
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
Modern love
Plays out
All over Facebook
And the social feeds
Not quite Shakespeare
It’s more Love Island themed
It started with a kiss
And ended with disease
True romance
Cozy nights in
A three course meal
Just for you
By him
Catching feels
***** flutters
Where digital love begins
Smitten kittens
Tagging each other
In the latest memes
A selfie before
The cinema screen
Holiday snaps
“A pic of my man
I love how he naps x”
Status updates
Painted on the wall
From single
To a relationship
In no time at all
Not quite Notting Hill
Just another IG Story
Eastenders drama
Is social media glory
Posting again
At 3 in the morning
The lies and deceit
Not so discreet
Posting the screenshots
And read receipts
“U ok ***
Wot happened
Babe DM me **
Love to air your ***** laundry
And filthy sheets
Content’s like clockwork
When a new lover’s
On the scene
Breaking up in style
Part of the routine
For an audience
That can’t help but stare
I’m obsessed
When a post is shared
No need for the town square
We’re all living
Vicariously through
You and your private affairs
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC
once upon a time, my english teacher (a pict), blamed english soap opera (namely eastenders), for his students treating books like bricks, or at least door stoppers.
yep, and the most entertaining drama
i've seen unfold, was between my
neighbour's dog, and my pavarotti's
worth of a cat: every time it rains
and his meowing, i'm an inch's worth
close to phoning amnesty international
on grounds of: human abuse...
hate this ginger **** this castrated frankenstein
monstrosity meowing all the time...
it almost feels like i guillotined his
******** + testicles off, even though
i'm the ******* of pedigree annoyance
tactics...
but, really? it must be the jazz pedigree
in me, transitioning from classical music
that really, gets me,
i hate bands that disrespect bass guitarists...
i'm either sly, or pedantic, or simply
nerdy...
i don't like bands that forget bass guitars,
i like to think of them as a buffer criterium
segregating rhythm guitar and the drums,
bass guitars allow a harmony,
listen to enough jazz, and you'll know -
i like, and i also don't like bands like
metallica... i must be deaf...
i must have had a mumbai elephant stamp
on my trombone's worth of owing an ear,
but i can't hear drums...
so i must be deaf...
i know the bass is there,
but it's subtle... too subtle for my liking,
it might be a guilt-ridden thing,
having lost cliff burton...
but i have to be a bit deaf guarding a reminder...
i have no respect for bands that
hide the bass, and bask in rhythm guitars
and drums...
sorry, but bass guitar is a crucial
mediatory medium of what comes after:
either solo guitar or the already apparent
"stage fright" of vocal exfoliation...
and that's truly the case, the most "soap opera"
i've seen these days, was staged
by my ginger-ninja and my neighbour's *****
when people become too docile to become
interesting or entertaining,
you revise yourself using animals
as a blank slate...
and i must be deaf,
i can't hear any bass guitar on the majority
of metallica's songs...
devil's dance is besides the point,
being stated;
just call me deaf and we'll be ripping
a dollar bill to the hush of: evens.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC