Those darn whippersnappers!

Alright, so maybe I'm getting older and turning into a bit of a curmudgeon but today while driving home for my lunch break, I noticed something.  I was listening to the classic rock station and heard a song from The Police.  I was listening to the words and it got me thinking that compared to modern day lyrics, this stuff is poetry.

Here's an example of what I mean:

VERSE 1
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black cat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop

CHORUS

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

VERSE 2
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
CHORUS

VERSE 3

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall

There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
CHORUS

VERSE 4
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out

There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
CHORUS

VERSE 5
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
FINALE

Now here's an example of a modern day tune that is popular on the radio stations right now:

VERSE 1
I threw a wish in the well,

Don't ask me, I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell,

And now you're in my way

I'd trade my soul for a wish,

Pennies and dimes for a kiss

I wasn't looking for this,

But now you're in my way

Your stare was holdin',

Ripped jeans, skin was showin'

Hot night, wind was blowin'

Where you think you're going, baby?

CHORUS

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe?

It's hard to look right,

At you baby,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe?

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe?

And all the other boys,

Try to chase me,

But here's my number,

So call me, maybe? 

Anyway, just an observation, I think we both know which song is King in this contest.