Dontcha just hate Nuzak?
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Farsighted Duke Orsino was so spot on
And foresaw canned music in 71. It went on and on
In planes and trains, even elevators
Making no royalties for its creators
So bad it was, we called it Muzak
A demeaning name (sounds like ‘poo sack’)
Classics, standards, country ballads
Geriatric songs that won no gongs.
But now a new menace stalks the land
Editorialised news we cannot stand:
Boring, bland, usually second hand.
Pervasive news. Acronomically: Nuzak.