Nursery Verse For Nursery Heads

Hear the twinkles scrambled down for cash alone,
a have-to-scratch, a keeps-on-itching scab of sound,
the lyrics rhyme like you're a cat,
and someone's stamping on your tail;
nursery verse for nursery heads.

These sneering noises still fix anger in my thoughts
with junky tunes injected every spin,
they empty souls of sensibility
the way ammonia empties eyes of sight:
nursery verse for nursery heads.

Oh, consumer kings, oh how you show respect
to those addicted to your same again:
nursery verse for nursery heads.