MUSIC Poem

Author: Meow

Oh de add the dear oh old music, how dare you not listen to me?
The master of jazz and intellectuals, I hold great power.
In this life; time passes. We listen, we smoke, we laugh, we cry, and we listen to the de add oh old music.

This.

This is because… our ears were designed to listen to aural architecture. Unfortunately we will never know everyone’s life. Everyone’s unique life form and stories…

But at-least we can remind ourselves of good things… there’s probably a 20% some annoying person out there is suffering from karma.

I’ve come to peace… yes, yes I have…