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No Purchase Necessary
A local boy finally made it big
Lifting chops from other people’s gigs
With a four octave vocal and a hook line grin
Check out his record in the bargain bin
That’s how it goes when art meets cash
The air is thick with brain dead trash
Just give a pull on the consumer tap
And fill a bucket full of last year’s crap
I’m an air miles junkie, I’m a credit risk
I’m a no game monkey on a sucker list
It’s a little bit stupid, it’s a little bit wise
It’s a bad bit o’ business in a good disguise
A supermodel bounces shampoo clean
Down by the freeway on a pixel screen
Black eyed bulimic in your rush hour ride
A bit o’ woody from the corporate side
The pretty lady with the pearly teeth
She’s got agenda hiding underneath
And while you listen to the funky bass
She tucks your wallet in her hiding place
There’s a Trojan hiding in the message text
Its viral copy of a call collect
It’s a little bit ugly, its a little bit cute
It’s a back street mugger in a three piece suit
I’m buried under stroboscopic clips
My thumb is poking in the channel flips
Looks like another stupid camera stunt
I see a lack of talent out in front
That’s how it goes when time ticks prime
You get the product in the story line
The doggy devils write the show biz news
The spoiled kiddies get the TV blues
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison