Bafta's

To see the national debt in couture
The Bafta's was a spectacle for sure
Where the adored meet adulation
And money and art engage in copulation
But all we can remember now folk
Is that funny between friends joke
And so irony claimed the biggest prize
Humour lost on easily the affronted wise
False outrage is now the award of choice
Given to those with a successful voice
A vomited self interest disguised in guile
When Twitter explodes with furious bile
And it may seem better we say nothing at all
Lest on the sword of ersatz offence we fall