In 1986, a band adorned themselves With the name; “Pop will eat itself” Counter culture to their core They the political satire du jour Clearly concerned, of course With the self-cannibalisation of a genre How violently perverse the metaphor is A fascinating phrase nonetheless To imagine  something consuming it’s own flesh But how to interpret self-consumption? Is it about introspective re-adjustment?  Perhaps highlighting a systemic dysfunction A prophecy of inevitable destruction? Or ancient wisdom of cyclical construction? But pop, has a systemic dysfunction, I’d argue 20 year trend cycles cause it to gargle And then re-swallow all the same bits Slovenly consuming it’s own played out shit Lovingly digesting it hit by hit Leaving only vapid pointless piss Then again, it’s all just a cycle innit? Ouroboros: The Ancient symbol infinite A serpent eternal gorging on it’s tail Some say the tail represents the male It’s open wet mouth a symbol of….well Just a snake forever fucking itself Equally, there is the sense that instead “eat itself” suggests something ripped to shreds Exclusively by the people that know it best Carving up and butchering the ideas Of their philosophy once so clear Choking and gagging on ideas once dear To consume is to imbibe, to let it get inside Into our blood stream and into our minds To take sustenance and inspiration Making us a manifestation of assimilation We become what we regularly consume And we’re all self-consumers, are we not? Staring at our socials and courting brain rot Desperate to convince of our authentic greatness Simultaneously trying to minimise any fakeness  As I consider which fake filter best represents me Not for a single second registering the irony So I tear my flesh off and consume each bit Blissfully ignorant that I’m becoming my own shit I am pop music degenerating into vapidity A glutton of my narcissistic philosophy  An ouroboros endlessly fucking myself Self-cannibalising into nothing 12/04/[[2023]] #consumerism #capitalism #modernculture