Three Hours

Turn the dial to the letters AM
Hear them rape the fascists fem
They may bark to make us call
I hear my voice and then I fall
I got through to speak my piece
Then I’m blocked into the crease

Black foam shall absorb the shock
The screamer is up against the clock
Cut the line if the voice makes sense
We attract only those that are dense
The aim is nothing, yet the tone is sour
And so it goes for those three hours

We think to the left and to the right
Subsets so simple, yet they shed no light
On all issues, objectivity should exist
To the screamers, that point they missed
Getting the callers means they’re tuning in
This is a battle that both sides must win

Black foam shall absorb the shock
The screamer is up against the clock
Cut the line if the voice makes sense
We attract only those that are dense
The aim is nothing, yet the tone is sour
And so it goes for those three hours

On the left, they have a guy called Big Ed
He’s so fat, he’s bigger than Rush’s head
The man brought the AM back from the brink
Well, in my mind, it’s still in the f*****g sink
The format of choice is truly in your face
That’s a blemish they must, but can’t erase

Black foam shall absorb the shock
The screamer is up against the clock
Cut the line if the voice makes sense
We attract only those that are dense
The aim is nothing, yet the tone is sour
And so it goes for those three hours

Crack open a book and read the print
The battle’s there and the deals are mint
All along those miles of wooden shelves
The pundits always tell you about themselves
Who they are and how they came to be
From this wasteland, dear God, set me free

Black foam shall absorb the shock
The screamer is up against the clock
Cut the line if the voice makes sense
We attract only those that are dense
The aim is nothing, yet the tone is sour
And so it goes for those three hours

Push the button and the power comes on
The vitriol still spews, and I want it gone
O’Reilly’s a dick and Coulter’s a fake
Franken’s a freak and Moore’s a snake
Everywhere you turn, there is no kind of peace
If it came about, the money flow would cease

Black foam shall absorb the shock
The screamer is up against the clock
Cut the line if the voice makes sense
We attract only those that are dense
The aim is nothing, yet the tone is sour
And so it goes for those three hours

The ideas here are flat and not inspired
Because my creativity has now expired
The politicking of now has gone quiet
Gone forever happily, I don’t buy it
This is a world that runs on distraction
We’re the watchers rooting for a faction

Black foam shall absorb the shock
The screamer is up against the clock
Cut the line if the voice makes sense
We attract only those that are dense
The aim is nothing, yet the tone is sour
And so it goes for those three hours

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

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[Coyote Poetry]

The poem made so many strong points. Type of poem needed to be read a few time to grasp the need and the desire of the writer. I like the use of repetition in the poem.
"We think to the left and to the right
Subsets so simple, yet they shed no light
On all issues, objectivity should exist
To the screamers, that point they missed
Getting the callers means they’re tuning in
This is a battle that both sides must win"
Thank you for the outstanding poem. The above lines were my favorite.
Coyote