Radio Gaga in the swimming pool
So, the radio of cacophony
Monotony
And media mediocrity
Crashes through the splashes
Of the swimming pool.
It’s the peace
That I miss.
The time of settled swimming
The calm beginning
Of a brand-new day.
And the happy hippy radio host
Who’s proud to have the most
Annoying voice to cross the water
Blabs above the same old tunes
Paps and slaps and silver spoons
His girl and what he bought her.
Why can we not swim
In
The peace of this wet, hallowed hall,
With the splash of the crawl
And the swirl, and the whirl
Of our legs
As we reach for the edge
Of the pool?
All our lives
We must strive
’gainst the noise
Of the toys
That surround us with sound.
Am I the only one
Who gets glum
’cos I long for release
And some peace?
