A Pop Song/I'll Cry For You (Rough Draft)

A Pop Song

The junkyard alley cats,
Wearing clothes pin hats,
And rain's their next fad,
Cushioned into fashion ads,
Throwns hold bar bells,
From when all they fell,
Past an Einstein yield,
The locusts stormed the field

The fossils of our glory,
And their untold story,
A fairytale was bought,
Built a casket for thought,
Burn firewood artists,
Whom can smoke the smartest?
The drain train's ashes,
In the photgrapher's flashes

The flat-tire outlaws,
Get away with your jaws,
Lawmen would stop 'em,
But they only seek to top 'em,
The underpaid road-mops,
And burnt tire hills atop,
The flames take the stage,
With the artists in a cage

Crowns for ersatz leaders,
And their slavish lip-readers,
You look to the rivers,
In the winters a shiver,
Surrendering their orrs,
To the waterfall rapport,
A theatre you may say,
Of a curtain fall bouquet,
Weighs like a digging shovel,
Delves a forever sullen tunnel

Not to be a God from birth,
Fogs obtain words of myrrh,
A craddle to your rounds,
Guarding against this sound,
Few thrive for the mire,
To what the barons aspire,
All their songs I learn,
Sets my soul ablaze to spurn

I love your lip balm,
Does not fit in a love song,
Don't sell your emotions,
To the critic-eared oceans,
Write what you feel,
Not what will get deals,
Be a hit for one day,
Then life will go away,
The charts are a plank,
It's too bad you sank

I'll Cry for You

I'll hold my arms around you,
Rest your head against my shoulder,
Encircled in a starlight cacoon,
The universe couldn't get much colder,
I know your ambitions all too well,
To leave you teary eyed and be fancy free,
Webs of stars, overcome, hang from my skin,
Healing scars from what your smile does to me

Oh, I'll cry for you,
Oh, I'll cry for you,
So you don't have to

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I'm bound to wonder what it's all about
If you already know what love is,
Than why take the time to find out?