I make music for talk radio

Sounds which bring a sting

You better get strapped in

this is strictly poetry

You’ll find no sixteen bar forms

or punch line platforms

and I’m still the illest poet

take a cliché like that

and make you want to know it

 

Let me start again

I feel your mind needs a friend

 

I make music for talk radio

speaking to the issues

debating ideas

reporting the sentiments

 

Sounds which bring a sting

to ordinary whims

it is wisdom with wings

a gracious ting

similar to…?

dis glorious skin

 

You better get strapped in

your! glorious skin

this is strictly! poetry

You’ll find no conspicuous consumption

or marketing assumptions

and I’m still the illest poet

take a cliché like that

and make you want to know it

 

Let me start again

Reveal some psycho trends

I make music for talk radio

Clinton to fallacio

rich to poor ratio

jazz on the stereo

 

Sounds which bring a sting

and plastic for dustbins

in case of throw away things

lyrical fibs

badly threaded

concept strings

 

You had better get strapped in

these! concept strings

this is strictly poetry

You’ll find no media excitement

or brand alignment

and I’m still the illest poet

take a cliché like that and

make you want to know it

 

Let me start again

Conceal your souls dead end

I make music for talk radio

watching the markets

seeking the answers

striking with marchers

 

Sounds which bring a sting

so adult swim

is proper and prim

after looking within

a not much known

wording skill

 

You better get strapped in

such wording skill

this is strictly poetry

You’ll find no egos locking horns

or presenters reborn

still the illest poet

take a cliché like that

make you want to know it

 

Let me start to end

I feel your minds are bent

This is music for talk radio

Sounds which bring a sting

We better get strapped in

for the strictest poetics

 

Thabiso Nkoana©2013