There was nothing
no singularity
no sign of space no finite time
suddenly the big bang
the first beat of the drum
the birth of the rhythm
the prelude of life.
Sun is fusion
too unstable jazzy
Mercury is too metal
Venus just a worn out
god-forsaken rock
but then comes the planet
the Planet of Pop.
Mellow, bland, romantic
swaying in the solar wind
Moon as her lover
together they have sinned.
Sentimental love songs
in the star light
pop is the hormone
that turns them on each night.
Love is tension
an ephemeral moment
deflection in the gravity field.
Atoms of the joined souls
now singing their duet
celestial bodies
in harmony.
Verse and chorus
drifting in the mainstream
following the trends and hooks.
Planets on their orbits
notes on the staves
the finest score for
the Planet of Pop.
[Chorus]
Hear the echo of creation
from an idea to the structure
designed to appeal to everyone
pop is the law of the universe.