This chronicles the rather depressing life of the chap who always seems to be left out in life and friendship. This intended to be a song.
The week is over and loneliness begins
Friday night and there is no-one in
Whilst social networking sites beam with parties, booze and drink
One man is left to watch Paul O’Grady Live; he is on the brink
The entire world in his hands by the work of a button
He has become fat, miserable and glutton
His so-called friends ignoring his texts and calls
He is alone whilst everyone is having a ball
Just a lonely guy with his crap TV viewing
This contradicts those lively folk; their nights out brewing
Just a lonely guy with his copy of Radio Times
“Oh. I do hear that film on the BBC is sublime.”
“At least I do not do recreational drugs or have an alcohol addiction,
I’m happy.” But we all know that is a work of fiction
“I could be smoking my lungs out; I’ve got my health.”
Yet he is a segregated guy all by himself.
What did he get wrong? How did he fail?
Was it his parents? Is he obsessed with Emmerdale?
The person whom passed him the deadly remote should be slain
No social life for our anti-hero, his never-ending pain
Just a lonely guy with his constant film appreciation
From the outer-space galaxies to the fictional police station
Just a lonely guy with a vast DVD collection
Not a single person to show him one bit of affection
How does he stop?
Where are his friends?
How can he rise to the top?
Could he survive? It depends…
To those who will find him
Entrapped in that sacred arm chair
His out-going persona seems pretty grim
Can someone help him? Who will dare?
Just a lonely guy with his decisions and regrets
Waiting for a saviour, no-one comes but yet
He is a just a lonely guy with no real compadres
It only takes one kind invitation to make his day
I am not sure if you have cottoned on to this song
Its meaning and to whom the character does belong
Who is this wretched man? This guy who is so cursed
Let’s just say the third person should have been written in first.