THE GIFT

Music fills my ears Takes me back Through the years Sounding sweet Or sometimes cruel Makes me cry And sometimes drool A roller coaster ride of sound Jarring my eyes wide Voices like a baying hound Or a calmer version, Such as a whimpering pup They speak to me slowly, softly The styles could fill a cup If they were just drops of water Bass explodes in my mind Rattles me from the inside Growling, not so kind Hollering at me Voices belonging to a star Or an unknown Who plays in a bar Where he can't see the customer The song comes to orgasmic end They bow and stand there sweating Hoping they can start a trend It's unlikely but they still hope Perhaps they've been noticed A man approaches Their wallets are about to be kissed Money offered Then refused Someone wants to change their style Music has just been abused They do it for themselves Hope to please others Maybe they'll hit the right spot No insulting of their mothers At least not this time They've finally made it They've got the contract Now they're gonna make a hit