The momentary sounds of music disturbed by the sounds of commercials.
The soul of music is sold to the highest bidder; A new brothel of high and mighty to take on the music with slice and teasels.
The PBS, the last virtue is gone with the commercial winds; The products sold are disguised under the colors, and verbiage of commercial arts, the senseless cubicles.
Commercial art to sell, sell, and sell the unsuspecting mass the bill of goods protected by hedge, insurance, and the State dear all.
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