Tastes are changing, flavourless broth.
Used to be effort came forth to create content,
But now it comes fourth,
Effortless mediocrity over a beat keeps us content.
Production standards drop a jaw
Fruit drags us to the dance floor.
But what are standards for
When one about a presidential banana
just came thru the door?
Nothing. I guess we’ll swallow raw.
Music and media used to reek of creativity
But now there’s no accountability,
no old-fashioned responsibility
Spit it, ship it; that’s productivity.
Audiences ingest mediocrity,
Screw craft and consistency,
Ignore anything near memorability,
…or maybe this is just me, wallowing in subjectivity.