I'm ready for some music;
The radio's all set,
But begging me for money
Is all that I can get.
The pleading is relentless,
Yet does beseeching serve?
For constant supplications
Really get on my last nerve.
To turn off their entreaties,
Subtle as a striking sledge,
I simply switch the station;
No allegiance will I pledge.
Monday, October 22, 2018
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