I see your Katie Perry
And I raise you Beyonce.
What ever happened to real art, like the Fat Boys?
Now, just splendid drivel cascading from the youthful mouth
Texting, sexting, pursed lips and Jersey Shore dreams.
Find China on a map? Fuck You, I’m getting my nails done at 3.
Be careful young ones, the noodles and puppy nuggets are coming to a store near you.
I see your E Hollywood News
And raise you Dancing With the Stars.
Posting every mundane bit of your daily shit for all to see
Facebook, Twitter, MySpace your freaking life away
My eyes, dried and burnt from your “Do you like me?” poll.
Keep your pom poms clean and your cell phone charged.
I see your De-evolution
And go all in with your soul
Shouldn’t be difficult to call my bet
You are another failed demographic, another vapid target market.