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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