Instrumentalish

Play me a Star Wars Marvel dirge-up,
a John Williams middle road earthy 
ballad for every consumer of soot;

We're a chimney peoples, a glimmer
steeple, a matter-of-tact assembarge
whose federalized cultures are a 
yogurt on top of young smoky;

Gather ruts, great shipsinkers,
our fishervessels are boxing matches
to strike anywhere a cage could 
contain a couple multi billions;

Pop goes the measles,
it's too easy to say: I no
when ya don't;

Play your mop
& call the crop
corn syrup for
your mind.