My decision was headlong when I wrote the world off with 
a swipe, making clear my judgement through a permanent 
red marker's swipe. All I am expressing is an opinion, 
mine and mine alone, but I've got a document to back it 
up recorded with my capsule microphone, wherein the 
speaker was so tasteless in tone, wherein the speaker for 
the speaker was blown. That tape need not be replayed  
just let its audible irrelevance fade away. At the Boiler 
Room you suggested that all I seem to do is criticize, 
but all the world's a contest stage and I'm damned to 
live with a critic's eyes. So I'll be keeping the prize  
and I'll retire to an order of fries 'cause I gave them 
all plenty of tries to impress me, though they never did 
know I was taking notes. I was recording their show on a 
Betacam video. My decison was headlong when I told the 
Major, 'Conclude your rant.' And despite my protest the 
two of us were not conversant. All I was expressing is an 
opinion, mine and free to state, but opinions are like 
letters: you can address them but you've still got to 
wait. In the interim the powers debate, and in the 
interim you will compensate while cassette owners are 
pressing replay, giving the words that are irrelevant a 
second say. Just hope they'll hit pause one day  I just 
hope they'll hit pause one day.