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A LOST CAUSE
"A LOST CAUSE"
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I was sitting in a chair
in the doctor's lobby there,
when I felt the strangest feeling o'er me creep;
it gripped me like the claws
from a grizzly's mighty paws,
and sent my nerves a'tingling down to my feet!
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I came in feeling fine
with no special ills in mind;
just a normal check-up for the year;
but 'mid my deepest thought
of day dreams that I sought,
came the vibrant, ringing pangs that I hear.
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I wondered what it was
like a riddle often does,
anxiety seem to cause it all;
and could not point my finger
at the cause that seem to linger,
so I just sat staring at the wall!
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Then came a loud and yelling voice,
creating only noise,
and sending crawling tremors down my spine;
no soft or pleasant tune,
but like a knife or spoon
scraping on a sidewalk with a whine!
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Then I solved upon my quest..
a reason for the stress,
and ( was not the dreaded visit to the "docs'", )
but an awful screeching sound
like a hound-dog in his pound,
howling from a ceiling music box!
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You hear them all the time
in restaurants when you dine,
in shopping malls and even in latrines;
they are piped in over air,
to lobbys everywhere,
to comfort everybody.. so it seems.
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But I found I'm in a trap
when I hear some fellow "rap"
or a singer calling hogs to stew;
one can't get up and leave,
or mute to be relieved,
one just needs to bear it through.
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Now, where on earth has gone
the soft and tender song,
that kept the heart and mind at rest?
they're gone from radios,
TV and music shows,
and I'm sadden by their absence, I confess!
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William E. Hardison (c)
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