Doomsayers at the Microphone
¶ 1
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Blithering on with insipid tones
Trying to capture moods at home
Telling tales of woe and doom
Clogging up our living rooms.
¶ 2
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Repeating every little word
Representing the great herd
Even we were are not down
They speak from aching frowns.
¶ 3
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A bit more positive thinking
To stop our spirits sinking
A goal could come at any time
Would that even make you climb?
¶ 4
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Please look on the bright side
Even against the strong tide
There is such a thing as chances
The silence: it enhances.
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