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.