An ode to he who speaketh nonsense

Yes, Al Sharpton, this one’s for you.

Oh, Al Sharpton
how we need you
to convert the radio waves
into something our kids can listen to

But when all alone in my car
I need you, too
Listening to the latest rap superstar
Spouting off eff you, eff you

Get you
and your bible-thumping friends
down here
censor the messages

I can’t change to channel
on my own
I can’t decide,
I’m all alone

Oh, Al Sharpton
how we need you
to convert the radio waves
into something our kids can listen to

So, Mr. Sharpton
have you heard the latest track?
all those emcees and their cusswords
from front to back

I can’t turn it off
Oh, what should I do?
My fingers must be broken
That’s why I called you

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