The Commute Poem by Eric Ericson
The Commute
Why is it radio stations play
the same songs each and every day,
and things that are nice now and then
drone on and on ad nausium?
And so I bought an MP3
(which leaves the choices up to me)
but I am lazy and I find
the music on the list to grind
against my nerves and sadly drone
on and on the distance home.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: radio
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