Pop
Well, yes, it's pop. It's superficial, not made out to be much more than
Candy for the minds of primitives with fruity-flavored vapes and fondness
For the cartoon creature babbling in the Oval Office. Lacking meaning;
Let it go, but should you turn, instead, to this, the pop which claims it's
Something else, the cheesy tics, the obfuscations, outright nonsense,
Masquerading as sophisticated art, candy for the snotty folks with Ph.Ds
And restaurant jobs? You should, I guess, if all your friends are hipsters
Met in seminars. You can closely read together while those you look
Down upon have gone somewhere to dance.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-06-26 at 21:15




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