Stereo Season Poem by richard taschner

stereo season
is upon us
so find a place to hide
until the summer sun wears shades
your peace will be denied

bass drum thudding
from boy racers cars
will pound you into submission
psycological scars

hyperactive kids will put their
energy to bad use
to many e-numbers in their chocolates
to much fizz in their juice

tis the season not to be jolly
but lets not sing the blues
headphones for everyone
peace or anarchy
you choose