Við áttum að gera ljóð um raunveruleika sjónvörp í ensku, þetta var afraksturinn hjá mér :P


Created with lies and everyone knows
I?m going to tell you about the reality shows
They plot the end, and build the tension
And like god almighty smite down with a vengeance
Upon the poor souls that entered the game
In search of quick bucks and 5 minute fame

It hits the charts and goes to the top
Will this madness never stop

I can not understand, the human appetite
For reality show with people who argue and fight

But bear this little thing in mind
That every day person the producers find
And in days that go by, the emotions fly
Some yell, some scream, some screw, some cry
But all comes down to one little thing
And that is how it comes from editing

Easy it is to portrait some good, and some bad
Some will look like bastards, others like mad

Give me the money, don?t care for the truth
Is that what we want to teach to the youth

On goes the feast, for the media beast
Till nothing is left at least

For now the shows are here to stay
But it will go away, some day, I pray


And one warning to you, I will send
Right before the very end
Stop living in this world of cruelty
And return to the plane of reality
For it has even greater variety
Than those shows of ignominy