Radio WTF

Radio What The Fuck

four people and a big dog live

in a one bedroom garage apartment.

behind a duplex.  Luckily everyone 

gets along.  The house is quiet,

considering there’s two teenaged

boys living here.  I got bad eyes,

bad teeth, bad knees and a bad back.

but I got a good dog, good boys;

they get good grades and got good sense.

the coffees good and so is the woman.

good music comes out of the speakers connected

like a good fellow to the computer.  No one listens

to the radio these days, it’s all ripped CDs and MP3s

personalized playlist programmed into the computer.

it’s become a bit of a competition to see who can 

create the best radio station.  Everyone’s named their

playlist after themselves, except me.  I’m Radio What The Fuck

where you’ll hear everything from ‘fuck the pain away’ to ‘rock and roll nigga’

even got a little Beethoven and Johnny Cash.  

Suicides kill more people every year than wars.

I got good music, good peoples

and with any luck a few more poems. 


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