Oh, That’s Just Terrible, Isn’t It?

Terrible music blasts out of speakers everywhere.

‘Here’s another terrible song,’ says the terrible DJ,

‘from a terrible year, by a terrible band.

Don’t enjoy!’

The terrible song from a terrible year,

played by a terrible band,

vomits out of the terrible speakers

belonging to the terrible DJ.

It makes a terrible day even more terrible,

and there’s no way to avoid it.

The terrible song draws to its terrible close,

but it is too late.

‘Even the sky looks terrible now,’

says a press-ganged listener.

‘The grass, the trees, loved ones –

all completely and utterly terrible.’

Everything is terrible and made more terrible

by the terrible sound assault.

‘It’s been going on for years,’ says a daffodil,

‘and you wonder why the world is now mad.’