MY SONGS

Where are those songs
That used to rend my soul
Whose didactic lyrics pricked my heart so strong
And exorcises that from my soul which is foul

What happened to those divine harps
Those truthful saxophones and sonorous accordions
With notes that stung the vile hearts
All now submerged in the pool of volcanic vulgar raps

I guess they are all gone now
Locked up in our archives
For they now stink life filthy sows
As they keep a row against our new lives

The air is now rent with notes of lust
Escorted with aphrodisiac beats
Worshiped with dances of moral rust
Leading eventually to sensual heat

Though I love to listen to love songs
The mild ones of yester years will do
Save me from these salacious tunes
Which leads to eternal wreckage