Friday, August 3, 2012

Good Things

A huge, complicated radio.
Amplifiers and good reception.
Shaking with each beat like stereo.
Introducing art to depression.
It is our only escape,
For artistic music is a way.

Rock all the slippery, muddy streets.
Call the people in the filthy clothes.
The ones to rich places haven’t been,
Haven’t owned a radio before.
Good things are nothing if you keep them.
Share the good things as much as you can.

Go, escape from this place that’s so sick,
No matter how weary, and how weak,
On the inspiring waves of music.


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