I've got my god, i've got my gun
I've got my flag, i've got my truck
Jeans filled to the brim
With alcohol
I've got my
Pop-country song
So generic
I'm austeric
When about original thought
Writing 4 minute commercials
Between advertisements
That's why my contract was wrought
Truck sales on the rise
And alcohol
Check out my
Pop-country song
Hey, in case you don't believe me - check my instagram feed, baby
Now don't trust the rumors I'm leaving - truck towards the big city
Look, I've got my church, i've got my barn
Cowboy hat tilted towards the sun
Country girl cut outs
But most of all
I've got my
I've got my
I've got my god, i've got my gun
I've got my flag, i've got my truck
Hook filled till the brim
With alcohol
I've got my
Pop-country song
I've got my
I've got my
Pop-country song
So generic
I'm austeric
When about original thought
Writing 4 minute commercials
With the right look to sell them
That's why my contract was wrought
They've got you on the same formula
As decides which Hip Hop songs will be popular
What can you sell for the big machine, and be dull
In Country, it's trucks, jeans, alcohol
Oh, name the music, it's always wash down your woes
And, in pop Country, don't forget about inviting
Young folk to be military fodder
Like pop Hip Hop and lovin' inner city violence
Repeat and rinse
Rockin' denim jeans
Repeat and rinse
Rockin' denim jeans
Repeat and rinse
Generic country scenes
Repeat and rinse
Repeat and rinse
Repeat and rinse top forty hits
It's all commercials, even when commercial free..
This is one of the most
This is one of the most interesting poems I have read today! Really enjoyed it.
Starward
Thank you, sir. I appreciate
Thank you, sir. I appreciate the read and the compliments, both: )