Todays Music Poem by William Mowell

Think back to the days of Garth Brooks and George Straight,
where are they today, gone from the radio, I once played.

The same with rock, now its all pop,
where's Pink Floyd, now its all noise.

The only ones left, on A-tracks or cassettes,
but the cd's of this day and age, never once would've made the page,
of the paper back in time, this years fucked and so are the lines.

Now its all glammer and glit, and to them the music don't mean shit.

Back in the day it meant something, but no one knows the king, ain't it funny,
a lyric a tone a melody took you home, but now I'd rather listen to a dial tone.

This modern world has its greats, but no one today could ever make,
a song that would surpass time, and no one seems to know how to rhyme.