Xeno Hemlock

“Swing it, shake it, move it,” sang the song from the wall.
Yet no one is dancing. “Fun people, where are y’all?”
Don’t they feel the rhythm? The solid, sturdy beats?
Don’t they know crafting a hook ain’t no easy feat?

Are we insensitive now ‘cause of the blips and lazy beeps?
Have all the maestros been reduced to pipsqueaks?
Sonic souls extracted? Majestic melody murdered?
All the audiophiles brainwashed? Binaural landscapes disordered?

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