We thought it was time to explain the reasons behind the lack of social skills, and demented views of Spoof Reporter Inchcock Chambers. This ode is produced with the full permission of the bald headed idiot.
(Easy how the bribe of promising to send him an email each day for a week so he can imagine he has some friends, can change his mind, the fool!)
(Both of them)
Life once seemed party-like, a happy celebration,
Then came the moral decline of our once great Nation,
Greed, jealousy, hatred, spite, bullying and manipulation,
Joined by lying politicians and their de-industrialisation,
Malpractice, unfairness, cheating and deprivation,
Along with narcissism, and spiritual motivation,
Talking down to us moron's with great obnubilation.
Politicians with no truth, trust, compassion or clarification,
Offering no genuine prospects, only vilification,
They draw from me no praise, just condemnation,
For their treatment of subjects, and their dehumanisation,
Fiddling, to our MP's is their right and intoxication,
Offering we scum no thought, concern or remediation,
Then I started to suffer from deeper demoralisation.
Like others, I did nothing about it in my pauperisation,
My options remained in the minimisation,
No opportunities arose for revitalisation,
No hopes of any reinvigoration,
My sanity came under confusing disorientation,
My confidence suffered from a mammoth devaluation,
Then I started on the non-prescription medication.
I lost my job, and it's no exaggeration,
I suffered many a tribulation,
I Searched for a job, and with underestimation,
Thought getting a job would be in the equation,
Not getting a job through my own ignoration,
Then realised it meant further spiritual annihilation.
Then the medical problems required more tranquillisation,
Now I Suffer from underutilisation,
Now I Suffer from misclassification,
Now I Suffer from criminalisation,
Now I Suffer from oversimplification,
Now I Suffer from proletarianisation,
Now I Suffer from transmogrification,
Now I Suffer from capitalisation,
Now I Suffer from institutionalisation,
Now I Suffer from retardation,
Now I Suffer from trepidation,
Now I Suffer from brutalisation,
Now I Suffer from contamination,
Now I Suffer from suffocation,
Now I Suffer from desperation,
Now I Suffer from hallucination,
Now I Suffer from age discrimination,
Now I Suffer from victimisation,
Now I Suffer from pressurisation,
Now I Suffer from verbalisation,
Now I Suffer from lack of materialisation,
Now I'm too sick to consider an occupation!
The Spoof helps, if I can avoid any aggravation!