Since I wrote this, am I the culprit?   These useless wisdoms I dispense   At your expense   Picture postcards   A three minute essay   Some scribbled words to four line verse      Meanwhile, we mean well   We cannot escalate or escape this   So let's pretend our little songs are more than songs   More like sermons      Attention, attention   That's all we're asking for   Our little songs are our little whores   Jukebox cupids - and the medium's a trend   The music lends itself to it - to itself   The lyrics bend to make the song      Attention, attention   Don't tell me that's all we're writing for   Picture postcards   Three minute essays   We can never fit in what we want to say