radiola burn

those slick
voiced harpies
in the radio box
bounce over
my worn down,
tolerance lacking,
ultra pissed off
blown out
mental state,
making me want
to commit
unmentionable
crimes against
their lack of
humanity dignity
reality oh, and
don't forget
"compassion".

but what else is
there to grab your
prurient attention
these days with
bloodsuckers at
the helm of hell
here in the grand
ol' yew-ess, unless
you stay stoned
and gonzo
looking at the
paisley
ceiling
and the
breathing
shower curtain
which make more
sense than any
words
they say?

A. Murray