Remonstrance

Swimming through a sea of dross
Conflicted by the tide of the autotuned
Shattered and destroyed like Milo
Wishing the sound would stop
Because I would like to relax
Give me a break, will ya, please
The valley of the underwhelming
Is slapped up against the sea of the banal
I can only find surfeit in the cold comfort
The embrace of the different,
The difficult, the wordy,  the obtuse
The uncommercial, the unredemptive
The challenging, the posed
What gets in? Top 40 pap? Billious rot?
The challenge is to shut it out.
Gimme a hand, will ya? Please.

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