The Radio Was Playing

The Radio Was Playing

The radio was playing as
He gave up his last principle

She drew the blinds to seal the deal
A bargain turned into a steal
As in a few short months she’d leave
With everything he owned

Or thought he owned

And what is it? What’s all of it?
Just bits of wacky hijinks that
We do accompanied by songs
Sort of like “Benny Hill”

Some people love for lust, and others
Merely love for money;
Some people sell their souls for just
A small taste of the honey –

And guys like him – they think they know –
But it’s all sensory —
The radio was playing, and
You know what?




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