Through The Static

Through The Static

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

The rockabilly emotion plays out on the section line
But the static harshes the mellow every single time

No matter the song, no matter the time

The criteria for the bullshit is undefined

Maybe the atmospheric conditions are just right

And so is the power generation at the broadcast site

Maybe God's interfering with a stretch of the mind

Trying to keep any human from having a good time

Or it could be a simple action by the natural beast

Either way, they're being robbed of the audible feast

Can't sing with John Cougar about crumbling walls

Can't sing with John Cougar about tumbling walls

Can't sing with Ringo Starr about paying dues

Can't sing with Ringo Starr about singing blues

Can't sing with The Beatles on "Let It Be"

Can't sing with The Stones on "Let It Bleed"

The classics are muted, the riffs are squelched

Through the speakers, only static is belched

On occasion, the sounds returns crystal clear

But that's not always the reality, I sadly fear

Living in the hinterland outside blowtorch range

The signal weakens, so you play the scanning game

The Mexican flamethrowers can be heard over the pole

Russian agents learned English that way, don't you know?

The miracle of broadcast causes crossing paths

And it yields a minor case of personal wrath

But, it's a simple annoyance in this time only

Because the sound of silence sounds so lonely

So men devised talk radio to openly complain

Since human life likes to live next to the drain

Being lonely in the car box is now a choice

So many channels, each one with a voice

So either drive on loudly or sleep through the static

And stop bitching like a withdrawn crack addict

If the static is annoying, just change the channel

No need necessary to appoint some kind of panel

To solve the problem, just pop in a disc

Let your mind be at ease, just get over it

The static remains, a remnant of cosmic birth

It has been demonstrated for what it's worth

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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Sometimes, it seems that all I can hear is the static.

Nice couplet rhymes...I especially love your slant rhymes...they add to the meaning somehow.

Awesomeness on parade!
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Posted 14 Years Ago


The rhyme is beautiful

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..