A Fresh Cuckoo’s Egg in the Nest

We do wish the lyricists
Of popular songwriters
And master’s degree programs,

Those competitive wordsmiths
Of late capitalism,
As it’s so dreamily called—

Meaning, branding and selling
Easily copied phrases
To enhance fairy numbers

Inside machines allowing
Material purchases—
Did some thinking when they wrote.

Expression’s all well and good—
Those incisive emotions
And traumatic memories—

Hearts cry out for expression
And will pay to echo yours,
To quote your passions as theirs.

But could you maybe take note
Of the way your world’s working
Before you sing out your hours?