Porcupine of terror
why do you burrow into
the folds of my brain
and nest there
all day
every day
until I am ready
to stomp on your evil little head
with steel-toed boots?
No song deserves this
no brain deserves this
no brain deserves this song
out
damn song
out
I say
You are punching me in the cerebral cortex with music
and I cannot approve