It seems that everywhere I go <br /> pop music strikes me like a blow. <br />Its not that I’m a philistine. <br />I find some music is divine. <br /> <br />But I prefer it soft and low <br />classics are the best I know. <br />To put me in a mellow mood. <br />I find loud pop songs rather crude. <br /> <br />But Muzak really gets my goat. <br />A quiet store would get my vote. <br />I can browse without background noise. <br /> That wretched Muzak just annoys <br /> <br /> me makes me lose my train of thought. <br />So what I need remains unbought. <br /> I much prefer to do without. <br /> I find the exit and rush out. <br /> <br />Why do the merchants think we need <br /> music til our eardrums bleed. <br />I think that people would spend more <br /> if they could find a silent store. <br /> <br />The kind of shop our parents knew <br /> where they were pleases to wait on you <br /> and glad to pass the time of day <br />in the good old fashioned way. <br /> <br />Instead of them expecting you. <br />To serve yourself and listen to <br /> pop music some computer chose. <br />The price of progress I suppose. <br /> <br />19-Mar-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-is-golden-3/
