When I consider how my hearing is spent
I wish to blame the world for its absolutism
For deafness is too strong a word
When many have never heard a whistle or a voice

But though my impairment is milder than some
It brings decided discommodation
Less for me than for others
When I say Wha Wadja say

Townshend blamed the fireworks
A momentary bang on the Smothers Brothers show
Ignoring the hours he stood before
The Marshall stacks invented just for him

But I blame myself alone
Knowing the etiology of the disorder
Negligent excess
Impulsive disregard

I at least admit my addiction
To the gratification of the senses
And I wish to do some service
And I can’t stand to wait