Friday, November 13, 2015
Laf ass off
He never directly quoted Nelly-Belly
on the air. Referred to her offhand.
Sidelight to the show's thrust.
Soft throwaway lines for the most part...
always she was pregnant and on welfare.
"Last week, forced into looking for work,
she thought Philosopher be a good gig!
Now you can’t call folks lazy who wanna
think real hard!"
You're so great with voices! I wanna HEAR her.
Down-home blackest Alabama? Maybe what
buck’s Daddy presently? Well...don't tell artist
how to paint!
What The Man wants...
Instead of his fiery monolog that next closing,
Nelly-Belly dreaming of "Biscuits wi' gravy,
O mah STARS!"
Sponsor texts lafd ass off!
Labels: black, black dialect, black woman, Race, radio, satire directed at black woman
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Another Doomsday Passes
with the stray tornado or so,
but space mountains fly past,
and black and brown waves don’t
materialize to ravage
Idaho hamlets--
preferring, perhaps, to rage
at the infuriating Lakers.
Thus, jumpy fingers need withdraw,
reluctantly, from trigger housings.
Black helicopters stay aloft, their
distinctly awful thrum-thrum
filtered out from government imposed
bedlam by those who’ve coyly
trained themselves. The Bushmaster,
proven adept in dismembering children,
leads the Hit Parade
of sales. Sensible folks tell us pay more
attention, be especially polite to paranoidsyou may discover secreting among us.
No mystery who they are, though, for
they announce themselves on radio.
Labels: black, black helicopter, brown, Bushmaster, doomsday, paranoid, radio
Friday, September 21, 2012
Can't Sleep AM Radio
Gold bugs promise fortunes
& guys can't get it up. Strained
brained right-wing ranters
(singularly loved by the vicious)
shoring survival food against
invading racial waves.
Others counseling love
stricken, or loan
stuck. Mega Church, ord-
inary Christ-extortion. Sports
dudes trying picayune
quarrels. It's all hardly vast,
but waste
land nonetheless.
Gold bugs promise fortunes
& guys can't get it up. Strained
brained right-wing ranters
(singularly loved by the vicious)
shoring survival food against
invading racial waves.
Others counseling love
stricken, or loan
stuck. Mega Church, ord-
inary Christ-extortion. Sports
dudes trying picayune
quarrels. It's all hardly vast,
but waste
land nonetheless.
Labels: Hate Radio, radio, Right Wing, vast wasteland
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Stick In Proverbial Fork
He's done. Sidestep the last
gush of bile. Been coming since
media buyers began steering clients
away from hate radio, despite
some desired demographics.
Too radioactive. Besides, the one most
sought: Young Women–-remember them?
Those sluts and prostitutes of homemade
porn fame?–have presence naught there.
He's done. Sidestep the last
gush of bile. Been coming since
media buyers began steering clients
away from hate radio, despite
some desired demographics.
Too radioactive. Besides, the one most
sought: Young Women–-remember them?
Those sluts and prostitutes of homemade
porn fame?–have presence naught there.
Labels: Hate Radio, Limbaugh, radio
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Four AM Radio
Roswell & freak-
out Republicans.
Jesus babblers
for gross measure.
Labels: radio, Right Wing Radio, Roswell
