Dulcet Dyspepsia

A die-hard Lynx never succumbs to pallid music

Unless the antithesis of the song moves sideways

Plastic feelings and barbed mouse traps are sadistic

When they wrap you in a curtain of grey energy todays

Leave a black iron heart on the railroad tracks

Ah, the euphonic sounds of the sweetest terror

That tough heart will derail all and suffer no attacks

Fine champagne will be served with great fervor

Non-Euclidean dancing may rescue the tunes

As lines become circles on the G clef

If only this could happen real soon!

Oh, how the world has gone tone deaf!

Genius is gone, only mediocrity is here

Lost is the music of the spheres….