The Jeremy Kyle Show
Jeremy Kyle is bloody vile
While feigning such innocence
Confronted by the wreck of humanity’s pile
He drives his victims to insolence.
Jeremy Kyle brings out my bile
When he turns to his lie detector
There’s a bitter intent behind his smile
As he pretends to be the protector.
Jeremy Kyle should be put on trial
For forcing people to see the error of their ways
Making them freeze before the camera’s eye
Trapping them in the terror of their days.
Jeremy Kyle, there’s no denial’s
Made a fortune from the misery of others;
And the genius Graham goes that extra mile
Sorting out dysfunctional mothers.
Jeremy Kyle’s got a unique style
And admits to having OCD;
All his failings should be kept in a file
And paraded for the nation to see.
He licks his mobile phone to keep it clean,
His dad was secretary for the mother of the queen;
He’s worth five million, his accountant says;