Since I wrote this am I the culpritThese useless wisdoms I dispenseAt your expensePicture postcardsA three minute essaySome scribbled words to four line verseMeanwhilewe mean wellWe cannot escalate or escape thisSo let s pretend our little songs are more than songsMore like sermonsAttentionattentionThat s all we re asking forOur little songs are our little whoresJukebox cupids -- and the medium s a trendThe music lends itself to it -- to itselfThe lyrics bend to make the songAttentionattentionDon t tell me that s all we re writing forPicture postcardsThree minute essaysWe can never fit in what we want to say

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