Satan's Radio Station
There was no better disc jockey than J. J. Wilson.
In the Big Apple, he was considered number one.
Over the radio waves, his listeners called him the best.
His agent gets him a new job out west.
What radio station starts broadcasting at the midnight hour
with only five thousand watts of power?
Here was J. J. in an odd place so dark and cold.
His surroundings were a small building with equipment quite old.
His agent named Sid had Emily for a wife.
A short time before, Emily took her own life.
Any involvement in her death J. J. would deny.
Out fishing with another friend was the disc jockey’s alibi.
The broadcasting was planned with no deviation.
Mr. Wilson had to play certain records at the station.
The sounds were the callings of the evil masters by name.
They congregated to sacrifice their victim in a crucible’s flame.
J. J. saw some framed images on the wall.
What he noticed was something that would appall.
The pictures were disc jockeys who worked at the station.
Each one was employed for only one night’s duration.
J. J. Wilson soon joined this deceased group of elite.
Satan took Mr. Wilson’s soul as he went down to defeat.
Based on the Night Gallery episode “The Flip Side of Satan”.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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