Stay Strong: Fuck the Radio to Death

Talent revealed in every firespray but challenging consumer ideals unbalances against airplay.

It's no wonder I found the heart of underground artists spun around the market remains in a chokehold on local ways, loco plays, invoking mental mazes.

Keeping developments racing and gracing is a bad place for ad space. To liberate from illusions and elucidate with a grooving tune, while escalating from across the room entails self-worth.

While radio sales work on clever rings perking sheeple to purchase everything. Beware unmuzzled brothers and unconsolable soulful sisters the unfair balance of air time against talent divine!

As well, to vibe and sail the breeze, ride and rail with ease, fight and risk jail for what I believe...
...To shuck and unfurl, fuck the world, suck the neck of your girl...
...To see despair in control, free the werewolves, spree my bare soul! My spine rallies and uncurls for sin so my final tallying whirlwind like vinyl's halcyon early win is to flick the needle back...
...and re-read the last unplanned span! In one athem at that, I'll wrap up the blast for the asshats who can't get past that and the slayers still playing to listen for my Quickening and scamper this like Highlander (Under an avalanche of pampers: REIGNING SHIT!), slack unwinds and to backrhyme fast to 3 F's by Me:

Fuck the World, Free the Werewolves, my Final Tallying Whirlwind!

3 F's by Me so if I flay to say so, FUCK THE RADIO AND FUCK THE FCC!