Eight forty five
I’ve waited enough
Nearly going crazy for the show to
begin
Eight fifty five
Transmission starts
And the hosting couple now appear on the
stage
When the singing has started and the music is
heard
I’m already put off with these old fashioned
songs
It’s so yuck, it’s so bad
This is simply Murdersong
Is this truly their best?
And this webstream is so crap
How unbearable, ridiculous, senseless? I
wonder
How do they always manage all this
blunder?
Yuu uuu…uuu… uck..
Two hours gone into the show
And only half the songs were sung till now as I
wait
Slowly I face, the tenth
interval
Which consists of endless sponsor advert
re-runs.
My patience wanes and I’m eager to
leave
I’m relieved when at last the next song is
over
But alas, What happened?
I can’t hear a damn thing
Oh.. I see, poor singer
Microphone refused to work
Is it habitually, purposely, technically? I
wonder
Why the devil do they thrive on
blunder
And when time comes for public to
vote
The true nightmare turns into
reality
Reality, reality
Oh no! What’s gone wrong?
There are no results on time
How can it ever be
That the counting system failed
(Is this purposely?) Magical
(Logical, natural? I wonder)
They now prolonged the show by 30
minutes
But at last, here it comes
A white envelope on stage
After this interval
Now the winner is announced
Is this magical, farcical, dazzling? I
wonder
Oh god they chose quite the cheesiest
number
(Is the diction a pathetic
affair)
Murdersong
(Is this real or man-made
affair)
Murdersong!
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