Reflections on Pop Music Lyrics

poetry

If you were a rich girl
If you had all the money in the world
If you were a wealthy girl

The money wouldn’t be an applicable currency
So if you had all the money in the world
If wouldn’t be worth anything

Which means you wouldn’t be a rich girl
No men would test you, nor try to impress you
And your cash flow would never begin

If you had all the money in the world
You’d be a destitute girl
Aside from an enormous collection of paper
Na na na na na na na na na na na (x3)

The Sieve and The Sand

poetry

You can sift your sand
through the finest sieve
and not find a single thing
of interest

Or, every speck and
specimen is interesting
beneath the lens of the
seasoned inspector’s
microsope

Take interest in each
grain, or
cast it all away.

You’ll either
learn something about yourself,
or save yourself a
DAMN lot of
Trouble.