POEM: Pop Song

I thought of nothing valuable to write
All that came to me was assembly line trite
So I raced and paced, high from my fix
Unable to sit still with the caffeine pricks
I will finally write something with a wink and nudge
Sweeter and faker than Chinese fudge
I will give the audience whatever they please
A processed poem of ersatz cheese

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You love to hear my great pop song
Sing about love all night long
You buy it up and I make cash from it
Not knowing this art means precisely shit.

I sing the song with a tight collar and a wide smile
Screaming throbbing women line up for a mile
They’ll all believe I can really write a song
‘Cause I coo and hit the A chord all night long

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Rambling out nonsense like ‘Baby, oh baby you’re a classic car
Revving my heart like an engine, driving me near and far.’
You buy it fully, not because it is right
But because my ass in jeans looks hot and tight
So you go back to my hotel room after the show
Because I hypnotized you and I said so
Don’t worry my dear you won’t mean a thing
Precisely like the terrible songs I sing

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