Pop is This (almost finished)
Posted July 8, 2008
Pop is like the creepers and vines.
Everyone sees it;
Everyone's caught up in it.
It's a world where
Pink's the new green,
Thin's the new fat,
Put on stilletos; click, clack,
walk like that
Walk like this;
Blow a kiss,
And tip your hat.
Pop is a sensation.
Sensational lie;
A bitter lie
That cages truth
Behind an eclipse.
Hidden behind booze and people getting high.
An epedemic;
a bandit that burns and brands the flesh,
The wound smells of the lowtide of a wasteland.
Listen to the music;
Wear the clothes;
Watch the tele;
With its brainwashing music,
With seductive lyrics.
Pop is entropy.
A science of human relations;
The commercial etiquette.
What's pretty to the eye,
Pretty to hear.
It's become a part of the body
Like make-up on a face.
Turned us into machines,
All doing the same things
As if we were trained in the marines.
We all march
On the wide road.
You can only be a part of it
If you can keep the pace
Are you a part of this race
Or set apart by God's grace?
