Np - She Was Kidding
(NP) SHE WAS KIDDING
Its not offensive odors which bother me
That’s the province of my loving and ever-tolerant wife: she
Whose nose can detect a shoeless sock
Which has been worn for even a half hour on the clock,
Or me cooking sausages even before they start to smoulder,
Or if I ate onion three days ago. No. As I get older
It’s noise pollution which is my life’s bain,
Especially rock music which gives me pain,
The guys with 600 watts in their car at the red light,
The punks on the corner sharing earpieces in the night,
And I can still hear it half a block away straight.
Obviously good music ended with Sergeant Pepper in 1968
But the worst of all the modern notions is (c)rap
“Music”. I mean who was it that told the guy in the baseball cap,
The fat guy in sunglasses, that he could sing?
Was it his mother? Didn’t he know she was kidding?
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Entered in Susan Burch’s Contest Noise Pollution
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