It's Mt Poem by rawden lewis

The peace reporter interviewed
A glamour model posing nude
Who talked about her solitude
And lack of motivation
Since being on a late night show
With Buddhist priests say they know
All fame and fortune come and go
without an explanation
It's empty, it's empty
It's MTV for the current generation

Yet architects and journalists
Have built a world that just exists
For self promoting anarchists
In need of medication
Who quote a monster called de Sade
To justify that Justine's mad
But I just think that they're all glad
To feed on defecation
It's empty, it's empty
It's MTV but it's not communication

Some aussie chick parades her bum
And whines about the bubble gum
That all the music's now become
A piece of animation
There's loads of stuff that's just like that
From Popeye's oil to Pluto's cat
But I prefer the laundromat
To thinking australasian
It's empty, it's empty
It's MTV but it's not communication

Seems everybody wants to mix
Ballads, rap and vinyl
But all the coke heads get their kicks
From seats in the urinal

It's empty, it's empty....1