Bought a CD that’s crappy

With a single that’s sappy

But baby, it’s crazy

It reminds me of you

And the song isn’t long

But it’s wrong to belong

To the group that believes

That Pop Songs aren’t cool.

I first heard it in transit

From Philly to Paris

And they played it on TV

A million times a day there

And at first

It was a curse

It got worse

And it hurt

And I knew I would burst

It was driving me insane

Chorus:

But I woke up this morning

With the chorus in my head

And I ache for the body

That isn’t in my bed

It’s silly I know

For this song that is so

Fucking stupid

I lose it

It’s true

But try as I might

I can’t fight it

I like it

‘cause it makes me think about you

it’s the same

1-4-5

shuck and jive

come alive

and the beat

makes me think

of an old country tune

and the singer

has lingered

for years

and his peers

have passed him

they’ve outlast him

he’s a living cartoon

but he’s singing to me

and that’s all that he needs

one more sap that’s in love

that will buy his little song

and it works!

I just perk

Jump and jerk

Tell the clerk

I need more from the store

I don’t know… is this wrong?

Chorus

I’m a junkie

A flunkie

For this shit

I need it

It’s the stuff

That will always

Bring you close to me

And I love you

And miss you

And just want

To kiss you

Like the song says

I’m hopeless

A mess, can’t you see?

Chorus

Every listen

Tears glisten

I can’t speak

I’m so weak

It’s pathetic

I don’t get it

What the hell can I do?

Matthew Bivins, Ward Williams 1999