Supertrouper and subwoofer, let me conceal the seal
In which my mind finds and binds solace with a lace
That resonates with strings of happiness that deal
With sorrows borrowed yesterday, today and tomorrow from a crow's face.
Supertrouper and subwoofer, display the lay of happiness
That eludes the rude, the prude and the crude
I meet and greet in streets harassed and stressed by sadness
Which invades hearts and pervades spaces and cases bereft of good mood.
Supertrouper and subwoofer, play me a replay of soothing sounds
Melodies and mellow music that resurrects joy in toys stolen
Broken and forsaken in new found riches on grounds
Where Jim and Jack prefer cotton pants to angels fallen.
Supertrouper and subwoofer, please tease the breeze
That breaks snakes and plates on which I lick crumbs
Falling off high tables of gourmets who freeze
Jobs and please snobs and slobs smashing and crushing happiness pumps.
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