Social Songs Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Lyrics are harsh and filled with classical malice
Drinking in tears dripped into its chalice
Where logic binds it, time can’t define it
Suicide seems suitable
Euthanasia created a melodic fantasia
Composed with the hammering of heart beats
Sung by the choir of the simpletons
The heart is beating between the sheets
Received by the lifeless as a roaring sensation
Tempo caused by the lure of temptation
Another piece of unoriginal creation
So slip on in and find me hiding
Humming away a model tune
Hoping for a revolution conceived too soon
Into the night I’ll be dashing
Off for treasure, with you as my tether
Before lyrics fall, crashing