STILL LIFE WITH RESERVATIONS
Please turn off your music And let my quiet be. The echo of your presence Plays on my philosophy.
For your records block the daylight, Keep the sun from getting through -- All the trees have dropped their leaves And I don't see why I can't you.
Now is really not the time for Such a meeting face to face, For there are several sounds more interesting Than treble, tone, and bass.
And I have better things to do As surely do we all. Things might just be somewhat easier As silence softly falls.
All I'm asking is a favor, It is not my lot to bicker And I'm really truly sorry that The walls could not be thicker.
But another voice is calling And I hardly hear its plea. So if you turn off your music Then you'll hear no more from me.
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