The agony of Henry Pleasants
	Did you ever stop and wonder
	who the music’s really for,
	why the music’s such a bore,
	Why no one is listening anymore?
	Brain-rot is the latest rage,
	mindless music for a mindless age.
	Your head’s asleep,
	emotions freeze,
	brain turns into cottage cheese.
	Do you ever stop to ponder
	what this situation means?
	Who needs people
	when you got machines?
	Munchkins in the music schools
	are hacking out the music rules,
	rules you need for advanced degrees
	in turning minds into cottage cheese.
	They sit and talk their munchkin words
	and drop their notes like little birds,
	skimpy little music turds,
	the Music of the Future.
	Nobody cares,
	the glory’s faded.
	Their heads and ears
	are constipated.
	Maybe they
	are over-rated
	but don’t let on.