The Loneliness  Of The Jeremy Kyle Return Guest

Men are from mars
Women from Venus
I wanna sponge off the state
and choke my penis
Spread my seed
Across this green and pleasant land
The devil and I
We walk hand in in hand
I'd sell my soul
For a twenty pack of fags
My tracksuits all torn
I'm always on the blag
I claim disability
And walk to the pub
I sliver through this life
Like a parasitic slug

I wanted a new life
a new direction
not public embarrassment
and a hidden erection
A search for my long last brother
turned out to be my dad
An STD caught from another
made my sex life turn bad.
My  relationship turned out
to be a well crafted illusion
A DNA test that confirmed
what others had always suspected
...that i  wasn't human.

Lie detector results
This game shows for me
I want to bitch slap my ex
On National TV
Through the tears and tantrums
The sweat and the blood
Mass debating with Jezza
Dragging our names through the mud.

I am garbage
i am scum
i was told
i could never make it as a nun
I am the worst
when I am at my best
This is the loneliness
of the returning
Jeremy kyle guest.