Indie Britpop Poem by Singer Joy

Lose me inside
A hi-hat or ride,
Barely legible lyrics,
An insistent melody,
An incorrigible spirit,
And a teenage blasphemy.

Play it again-
That chromatic strain-
With a fuzzle of feedback,
Gurgly growling behind words,
Oh! the the harmonies that lead back
To a verse already heard!

Raunchy conduct,
In such a construct,
Proves a certain wiliness,
An almost disgusting charm,
Deeming your art almost artless,
And yet doing me no harm.

Still, we applaud,
Your staunch fans abroad.
Four European hellions,
Like so many before them,
In their own peaceful rebellion
Have made us all adore them.