Tis a Season
it seems thinking
about this time
of year is
Tchaikovsky
nut cracking but
not other
Russians
why fight
with a rat king
knowing exactly
his defeat and
demise why
not try a
satire
by Prokofiev or
better yet
direct and
to the point
atonal music
that any ahole...
nal
anybody
could play
in the most
uncompliacted
of ways know
ing no way
to play
but
playing
the triangle
exactly at
the wrong
time but
when
it was
meant
to be
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