I fell in love with the girl,
Who works at the record store.
Every time I saw her,
My heart spun more and more.
She makes the shoppers dance,
She makes me feel alive.
She’s a mint condition 33,
While I’m just an old scratchy 45.
But her heart’s been made fickle,
By the industry she’s in.
Who she loves one week,
Is next week in the bargain bin.
So I’ll never make her top ten,
Or make a hit on her heart.
I’m no hot new entry,
Just the bottom of her chart.
Poetry’s the new rock and roll,
Can’t you feel it in your soul?
It’s the new craze for boys and girls,
Poetry’s going to take over the world.
Pop stars are yesterdays news,
It’s poets people now choose.
They want words that aren’t dumbed down,
Simon Cowell’s had to leave town.
Now everyone has a goatee beard,
Even the girls which is cute not weird.
Everyone reads poetry all day,
“The world’s rhyme crazy,” the papers say.
Statues of poets are being raised,
Their birthdays are now holidays.
National Poetry day’s all the time,
Other stars frequent dole lines.
Sadly as this poems speaks to you,
You know it’s words aren’t true.
You have a thought that leaves you cold,
Poetry really isn’t the new rock and roll.
Although we know that we don’t care,
Because our words we will still share.
Poetry may not be the new rock and roll,
But I prefer it if the truth be told.