Aural Assault
Thump, thump, thump,
Like the beat of a heart,
The speakers scream and howl,
As they shake the car apart.
What are those words I hear,
They hide behind the beat,
Assaulting my aural senses,
As you pass me in the street.
Sex and drugs,
Violence and hate,
Strange themes for a song,
That you think is great.
You call this music art,
I just call it rap,
But some have the opinion,
That it’s nothing more than ...
Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2012
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