As the avenue of my attitude narrows
And ambience of the boulevard
fails to ricochet
delay proceeds the
echo in syncopated
gainsay
Drumroll please
and look the other way
Cultural chorus discordant
Rhythm fighting rhythm
Reason fighting rhyme
And time no longer a season
But a generational treason
begetting sins of the father
and the matriarch prime mover
accused of betraying the groove
A current ruse to confuse and bemuse
yet a beat too rustic
for young eyes made tempo myopic
and so easily done in by their own drop
Done before
Doo-Wop
And that’s
——
a ditty damaged