Celebration #1

For now you have a tape recorder

You have a device capable of capturing sounds

The sounds around us

With that in mind

It is fair that the tape recorder should be considered

A play thing, a toy to amuse one’s self and one’s friend

At the occasional party

And then to be neglected

In some dark corner along with the fancy hats

When they come into your town

The sun in for the soul generation

Oh God there is a meltdown

There so much we can carry

You take these toys and then they take the rest

You know that when the robi them

They plundered for the best

They bring each house and then far into the city burning

But if you not there I guess you not hard

Then and there you undiscerning

But though they leave you here to rot

And slaughter all over you

The curse that there was no window

What’s dangerous is you

In the middle of this story that is self explanatory

We have earned the category of the fruit

Things may seem a little bit blurry

Do not fret and do not worry

They will clear up in a hurry very soon

Is no cause for any grinning

We begun the second ending

For you now it has just began

Chapter three you are wanted