COMEDY Poem: Country music radio is an endless hellscape, by R.C Sheller

Country music radio is an endless hellscape
Trapped in the chair I stir with discomfort
My ears now suffering the same punishment as my mouth
What have I done to deserve such a treatment?
Amidst my torture, there is a brief period of respite.
Like the morning sunrise arriving to warm the coldest night air.
Heads Carolina, Tails California.
My ears are soothed by it’s sweet nectar.
For the moment, I believe in God’s grace as one of her angels sings to me.
But as her voice fades into the next ham fisted attempt at art,
I bid Jo Dee farewell.
I fucking hate the dentist.

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