I Hate Music

Trees are nice. So are rocks,

But not so much big cities,

‘Cause they are full of people

Whose heads are full of ditties.

They sing all day despite themselves,

Albeit silently.

I cannot stand these catchy tunes

That I cannot hear or see.

And so I moved out to the woods

Are jingles don’t exist.

And now getting rid of the birds

Is on my to-do list.