Daily hits
At my favourite morning spot;
Rock ’n’ Roll utopia
Killer caffeine, cranking tunes.
So, what’s up, Floyd?
Is it stuck on repeat?
Do I need to hear Money
Every single day?
Oh, Syd – I wish you weren’t still here,
Falling down and on fire.
The show must go on, I suppose.
However
Even madcaps have their limits.
More Money?
Overplayed, this lunar cartoon;
Obliged to orbit this sound;
No more, no more, I say!
This was another attempt at Day 16 of GloProWriMo, though I didn’t get into the details so much as previously. Utopia is the name of my local coffee shop where I often sit and write. After a year or two, though, I had to request that they not play any post-1974 Pink Floyd while I’m there! Oh, this is an acrostic.
1994ever 
That is hilarious! Although, my favorite band is Pink Floyd, so I would have to be there to understand. Great poem!
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I don’t mind Pink Floyd and really like their early stuff but, like anything, overexposure leads to annoyance!
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