Soap Opera

I can't help but laugh when that child you know so well

Is suddenly replaced and they hope that you can't tell

And everyone wears the same clothes, doesn't it make you think

That surely that top which they've worn all week

Must absolutely stink?

And they're in the pub every lunchtime, I find it rather funny

How working in an underwear factory, can earn you so much money

The local neighbourhood gossip is poised at the edge of the street,

Ready with their snidy remarks to all that they may greet

And every now and again, there's an explosion or a crash

To clear out all the boring ones, and throw them in the trash

And although I think they're fake and false, and make my mind feel numb

I still can't help but watch them, perhaps I'm the one who's dumb