Untitled…(Talk Radio)
I make music for talk radio
Sounds which bring a sting
You better get strapped in
this is strictly poetry
You’ll find no sixteen bar forms
or punch line platforms
and I’m still the illest poet
take a cliché like that
and make you want to know it
Let me start again
I feel your mind needs a friend
I make music for talk radio
speaking to the issues
debating ideas
reporting the sentiments
Sounds which bring a sting
to ordinary whims
it is wisdom with wings
a gracious ting
similar to…?
dis glorious skin
You better get strapped in
your! glorious skin
this is strictly! poetry
You’ll find no conspicuous consumption
or marketing assumptions
and I’m still the illest poet
take a cliché like that
and make you want to know it
Let me start again
Reveal some psycho trends
I make music for talk radio
Clinton to fallacio
rich to poor ratio
jazz on the stereo
Sounds which bring a sting
and plastic for dustbins
in case of throw away things
lyrical fibs
badly threaded
concept strings
You had better get strapped in
these! concept strings
this is strictly poetry
You’ll find no media excitement
or brand alignment
and I’m still the illest poet
take a cliché like that and
make you want to know it
Let me start again
Conceal your souls dead end
I make music for talk radio
watching the markets
seeking the answers
striking with marchers
Sounds which bring a sting
so adult swim
is proper and prim
after looking within
a not much known
wording skill
You better get strapped in
such wording skill
this is strictly poetry
You’ll find no egos locking horns
or presenters reborn
still the illest poet
take a cliché like that
make you want to know it
Let me start to end
I feel your minds are bent
This is music for talk radio
Sounds which bring a sting
We better get strapped in
for the strictest poetics
Thabiso Nkoana©2013