Broken silent shards make up music
Tethered ball-chain won't silk-strain to escape
Rule of the mist: that which is vague can't be sought
Specificity's the game
When winners shirk their candy pains
And set about to lock in guaranteed honey
Start, restart, and then restate:
Country is a too-static sound
Whose treaties entreat the parties
To end far too early
Could we stop a sec
And execute a sissonne on a sausage
Ballet slippers really hug the casing
While spotted flies take ten bucks a month
To discover weekly that music commodified
Cuts the hand that feeds it
Roman Ryan 