Tonight
as day turns into darkness
i try to type with my thumbss
on my phone
beam me up scotty
what has the world come to
the old man band is playing loud down the way
screaming like there's no tomorrow
and they were young once
and they'll prove it to you now
turn up those ampS boyz and scream a little louder
never imagining that you have neighbors
or that peaceful contemplation
is the zen way
for this
god made earplugs, grasshopper,
They never had this trouble in ancient China-
--but I'm sure they had others--
probably worse-- . . .
as day turns into darkness
i try to type with my thumbss
on my phone
beam me up scotty
what has the world come to
the old man band is playing loud down the way
screaming like there's no tomorrow
and they were young once
and they'll prove it to you now
turn up those ampS boyz and scream a little louder
never imagining that you have neighbors
or that peaceful contemplation
is the zen way
for this
god made earplugs, grasshopper,
They never had this trouble in ancient China-
--but I'm sure they had others--
probably worse-- . . .
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