Hello Blogworms!
Thank you for your kind words about the poem, Let’s Do Things Right, that I posted here last month.
Here’s another one called Big Sister!
As always, let me know what you think! 
Big Sister!
Reality could never be more constructed,
Created, striated and too faceted!
Oh when will we wake up and smell the coffee-
Reality TV is icky, sticky toffee!
At first it’s sweet, a delight, a pleasure,
But as the story unfolds, it’s more than leisure.
Oddballs are laughed at-
They’re ridiculed for a kick;
The untalented are measured
On a very flimsy yardstick!
We devour and consume all this readily,
We judge, and point, and lose our minds steadily!
Some rubbish it and call it
‘What nonsense’, ‘what a waste of time!’
And yet we text our votes, spending dime after dime!
How has Big Brother become so big?
What if it were called ‘Big Sister’- or indeed, ‘Big Pig’?
Why are the helpless not given help?
Don’t we hear their cries when they yelp?
Oh when will we wake up and smell the coffee?
Reality TV is icky, sticky toffee!
