The end forecast did not occur so perhaps fate doesn’t like neat division imposed by humankind. As for rock, that swept into the twenty first century without a by your leave. It may have had a few tumbles with hip hop and electronica and the like but, basically, this thing called rock continues to swagger.

If I Could Have Your Attention Please

The loud hailer and the lead hallooo
don't have the halo the hullabaloo
Shout shit til you're in shot
strip and rip and stop the rot
Bellow for cert it's a yellow alert
Hate those darts then hit the dirt 
There's seekers on the speaker what sort sought
reader in the rider with the other rubbish bought
Wobble over Web Bing lead the other way
We giggle over Google Yahoos lead astray

Where once we'd scramble at every scream
now we shift we drift downstream
Certain they're sorting it selecting the dream

Whether megaphone or meagre phone
microphone Mike's not home 
Social Medea she sells shills 
empires still til empty tills
tell us what we need to, no
spell out details in the blow

The loud hailer leads the hellooooos
haloes dropped hullabaloo stopped
Share shit while it's still in shop
Swoop and whoop and swipe and wipe
Announce an ounce increase 
pounce and then release