Pop Song Lyrics

It’s the wood man and his splintering self.
It’s the wooden woman and her hollowing out.

Sickly Mickey Mouse.
Skinny Minnie Mouse.

Elvis, what happened?

Pop/sickle note:
The label stapled a speaker
to the back of a sheep’s throat.
Tongue depressor with
the width of a spatula
suppresses all syllables:
"blah blah blah", end quote.

Cotton candy... spun any way you like it.

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High school picture day in L.A.,

someone in the sky with diamonds.
And you go back to bed
with a dead dog in your head.

Two perfect strangers carrying a ladder.
You can tell their strangers,
chasing themselves in the windows of shops.

How can I be your lover
when you sport a head of rubber?
Sucker...…
You can’t take applause to bed with you.
I’ve got my own blood
and a decent depression line.
And then we said “fuck” in our pop song.