When someone preaches culture, as scientifically as horticulture, Just stand up and let them know, enough of this farcical show, That you already have yours, and the rest of them, have theirs, Music comes about, as much from common sound,
Happy and sad, about being sad, Certain and uncertain, about being glad, Enraged and composed, on being compared, Desirous and content, of being ignored. Anxious and patient, to do nothing, Hopeful and scared, to learn something, Curious and nonchalant, to
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,