sound
Sound
Hit the ground
It hurts
It's too loud
To bad
So sad
You’ll go deaf
You’ll need a chef
A translator
A sator
Eaten by a gator
Saying nonsense
Ever since
Listening to loud music
Leaving your ears sick
Hard to get a chick
Lick lick lick
Eating a popsicle
icicle
Shoveling
Needing a new language
A new age
Has begun
Music hurts
Spirts
And burns
Spurs
And purrs
Ringing
And singing
Your hearings dead
Nothing ever said
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