Easy Judge.

Don’t strike something

But don’t implode

I fear your windows merging

And new information piles like

Here’s some new band

Here’s some new boob

He’s listing his influences

If something fucked something

He and his friends happen

So many things

Not to be like

And there all linked and curled

Like barbed wire coiled

Randomly in no-man’s land

Now it sounds like

Those who missed out

On the Eighties miss the eighties

Then again that count can never lose

And Musicians

They need some scene

Like homeless need the streets

White kids whimper wimble about love

Extra floor tom

Letterman Guest

You got your March and April Dates

It’s so easy judge the things you don’t know but hate