The New Pop Song

sitting in the back of the limo
writing songs about thinking and
writing and changing the world
through kindness not buying
Or selling yourself, but they
won't listen to the lyrics or
the words that I say, cos they're
groovin' to funk sounds and dancin'
to be seen by rich men and posing
Like models, and rock stars,
with poodles, blood diamonds
threw up today, to be skinny,
not human, pathetic
where are they, the real ones
who used to believe

in thinking in reading and doing.
In reaching out to on another
I miss them, the people who'd listen
to lyrics and play them for days upon days
who'd listen and sing them for
days upon days, who'd write them
and believe them and what they
would say I miss them, but
pop stars don't sing them today
they're shallow, just pretty don't
write anyway, just shallow just
pretty, don't write anyway, just
shallow, just pretty don't write anyway
just shallow, just pretty don't
write anyway

© 2007 Cathe Jones