I write in silence,
I sing alone,
Nobody hears,
Nobody's home
Do I listen to the fake?
The songs of love and hate?
They only know how to cry, about their fortunate fate.
Their pockets filled with money, they always try to say
"I'd help the world, if I could, but I can't and not today"
Disgusting some would say,
in everybody's eyes,
those posers in flashy suits,
trying to be the "guys"
The "guys" who take our money
And complain about it too
yet we give and give
No complaint from me or you
They like the title artists
but what do they create?
They make the group, the in, the fad,
A sickness for the rich and bad,
We buy and buy and buy, to make the group
Failure to buy makes, you out of the loop
They say they are different,
They are the newest thing
But in fact,
It's just same old spring
The spring that catches us, despite its change of face
No innocence is carried, in the industrial plane
Just the average face, of sellout jack and jane
I'd like to snipe a few, snipe some sucky bands
But sadly its useless, like kicking desert sands
Too many I say, too many,
They grow in a fetid place,
In our hearts and in our homes,
Brainwashing the whole place
MTV, please choose me,
I have no other want,
To become another faceless band,
With countless dollars to flaunt,
I'm just jealous aren't I,
How fickle my choice would be,
If I was switched with their place,
What a happy me you'd see,
Like all those pretty blondes,
With pretty little heads,
Full of fluff and nothing,
Smarter when they're dead
In end my poetic rant.
Ceases to live its rage,
Come about with stupid kids,
And their stupid ideas,
Finding comradeship,
With those who wouldn't care,
I guess i'm done right now,
Bye bye, I admit I love to flare |
Submission Name: I enjoy pop
