An attempt at humor. A very very sad attempt I know. This was written after a friend and I decided to take the last free CD out of a free CD box at Wal*Mart. we both wondered about the stoner who wrote the music before taking the CD outside and “putting it out of is misery” Enjoy!

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Singer, Singer on the CD,
Why did my friend do this to me?
No offense,
But you really can’t sing.
Person on my CD.

I don’t even know your name
But your crap sounds all the same!
how the hell can I keep sane
Listening to this “music”

I can see why this was free
sitting outside my local Wally’s
No one would pay to hear you sing
Sorry I meant to type in scream

If moaning is what you do best
Why did you waist the plastic
on making a CD so cheap
even Wally’s
sells it for “free”

Really are you very stoned
you can’t even hold a note
do you want to talk to me?
unless you talk like you “sing”

I know I am being a bitch
shooting your CD to bits
but it’s too late
It’s all done now
you wailing will never again
enter my house

I know you’ll never read this poem
you are sitting all alone
in a trailer somewhere
Picking lice out of your hair.

Disclamer:
I don’t own Wal*Mart
Nor do I own the CD I am writing about.

This is true, sadly. R&R, flame if you like, and read my other stuff.