In the Morning

The radio’s on. Some stupid talk show. They’re talking about some guy who raped a chicken. Then the law forced him to marry it.

Such smut.

Boring smut.

They play the same thing in the morning and in the afternoon.
I turn off the radio.

After a while, I start to get bored.

I turn the radio back on.
Change it to a real station.
They actually play music! They’re playing “That Green Gentleman” by Panic at the Disco!

*The Next Day
I turn the radio on, proud that I finally found a good radio station.
The first thing I hear is the clanging guitar chords to “That Green Gentleman.”

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