Popularity Contest

It’s a sad song/when a man wins. he sits in a crater/given to wonder /how it all took shape /like on the radio/invented by Marconi./Every now and then,/the woman wins/ bleeding before a camera./When the man won /songs were like I told you/bruises to be inflicted./An inheritance from/ a race of giants/replacement on a meter.


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