artist asserts alienation between barreling basslines
and billowing bombast
bongos babble cymbals collide collectively conspiring to compress
cackling crackles of disk-jockey dilemma
dive down dashboard derivatives until every enveloping echo
of ethereal engendered entertainment evaporates into eyesores of facetious fixation
funk un-godly glam gremlins and their golden hip-hop hiatus
hardly inspiring an instantaneous iota of introspection
just jamming the juice of jungle-boogey jiggle
killed by klick-klacks of kiwi-colored kick-drums and knocks of a knob
leaving listeners to lamely lament late-afternoon lush-hour
as lemmings leave monotone museums of macroeconomics and malpractice
musing for more music
to make microcosms manageable
never negating the necessity of novel neuroses
the open-mouthed pathetic pale-face percussive pattering
plucks primal propaganda with pop-star ploys
quietly relents to rocking redundancies and reverberating revolutions
relegated to re-run status some schmuck sings succulently
strumming sensations of scatological sermons smearing sense and talent
and ticketmaster tendencies to topple top-ten tyranny
turning unfilled urges into ugly undone unctions
of unutterable venom
veins vilify victims and vicars of verve violently veering toward
weird waves washed-up wenches and worthless waggles
wining wanderlusting waifs with XM xenophobia
x-ing out yesterday’s younger yardstick yearning
yolking youth for yuppie yen
yielding yucky yackkity-yak for zombies and zealous zephyrs
zig-zagging to zero
