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drpickle
Guest
My little black book of poems was misplaced for a while so the poem that I posetd last week was from memory and it was a little off. Here is the correct version:
Radio is dying it dies slowly everyday
classic rock, todays rock, what a crock!
Night Ranger and ELP mean nothing to me
I dont care about your car dealer remote
I dont want to register to win a boat
I've heard the hype about the morning team
shock radio wannabees
format changes by the quarter
disposable djs are the order
Also here's this: I don't wanna know if and when it's gonna snow
I don't wanna hear about icy roads
weatherman you bring me down
sensationalize and exaggerate to advance your career
storm tracker doppler merchant of fear
I will be hitting the open mike bar/coffe shop scene reading my scathing slam poetry. Not just radio but other things. Stay tuned!
Radio is dying it dies slowly everyday
classic rock, todays rock, what a crock!
Night Ranger and ELP mean nothing to me
I dont care about your car dealer remote
I dont want to register to win a boat
I've heard the hype about the morning team
shock radio wannabees
format changes by the quarter
disposable djs are the order
Also here's this: I don't wanna know if and when it's gonna snow
I don't wanna hear about icy roads
weatherman you bring me down
sensationalize and exaggerate to advance your career
storm tracker doppler merchant of fear
I will be hitting the open mike bar/coffe shop scene reading my scathing slam poetry. Not just radio but other things. Stay tuned!