Ban The Drops

Ban The Drops

You’d think they’d pop the drop

During intermission.

Instead, they wait until the middle of

The first movement to

Create an interminable

Cellophane cacophony,

The wrapper that never ends,

An aural claim of sovereignty over

Otherwise pristine melody pastures.

Well, I’m all for revolt.

Let the natives stab the

Imperialist with dagger stares and

Vengeful glares.

Ban throat lozenges for life,

For those who refuse to

Pop responsibly.

- January 2019