Podcasting Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Podcasting

Is around five, AM
Am awake and in bed.

Listen to radio,
Podcast on Johnny Cash.

A good work; is Ireland's.

In fact, is mystery
Using song that he sings.

The Folsom Prison,
Which is my favourite,
Is the core and centre
But crime and murders
Amuse the listeners.

And I do three things
With lying, sleeping.

Go back to history
Long before the TV
(Radio stories.)

Wasn't it the same thing?
Why are we returning
To the past, less knowing?

Are we bored with the food?
(Spitted after chewed!)

Box office and movies?
Maybe soap operas?

I also think about
My good, young consultant:
"I suggest use podcast."

He told me when I asked
For the best media
To expose my life's past.