Pop will eat itself (a poem)

Nothing to do with the band, although I am listening to The Pop Will Eat Itself Cure for Sanity right now…

Pop will eat itself
if we let it
just like that one monster
in Yellow Submarine
that sucks the entire world
out of existence
(except, of course, for The Beatles)

I can think of worse things
that could happen
I won’t mention any of them here
in case they might happen—
because if the worst thing that happens
is pop eating itself out of existence
then we’re doing all right

(4 July 2015)