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Radio

"Radio"
Snippets of classic jingles ring diabolically in our brain
Converging good tunes for bad products
Their repetitive nature send shoots rattling and ringing
Over and over again, gee, have a little music with you commercials!

Morning shows ruled by the man/child 
With bleeps and buzzers assisted by stupid honks
The horns that we hear on the road are secondary to this drivel
All good things must come to an end, but the bad things seem to live forever

Prattle comes to propose what they got is better
While their mothers actually cringe from embarrassment 
Sensationalism is at its best as we hear it with frequency
Why can't they shut their damn clap traps!

Sipping our coffee, listening to the latest and greatest  
Please hit me upside the head, yes, that's what I said 
As DJ's can't play it enough, they are broken records 
Or Disfunctional Jerks  

The AM propagandists scrabble for words as well
Floundering for babble their mouths never go static
 It's shameful to hear such political trash, too often recycled
Influential to the old folks who want to vote every day
I thought in many years of past, the radio was supposed to be harmonious
Giving choice singers the chance to put out euphonies
And pieces of dreamy pleasures in classical, operatic and such
Pianos in pianissimo, to revel in the somnorific sweets of Chopin

All I here nowadays is a bell
The one that tolls for them to stop
Because chatter and blather rule the air waves
I turn the radio off 

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