I listen to these folks on talk radio,
Expressing their opinions of those of notoriety.
Who attempt living their lives as best as publicity will allow.
And I think about those people behind a microphone,
Earning a living by not leaving others alone.
To influence a listening audience with that which is unknown.
Then to finish their diminishing,
To go to their homes lived in privacy.
Where no outsider is allowed or condoned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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