I spent this morning at a radio station
For which I have the utmost admiration
Our client sponsors a stupid sports joke
Quipped by very funny oke
We trooped inside the little booth
And were rudely awakened to the truth
That as chilled out and cool as these guys appear
They’re fucking stressed out when they’re off air
Every single thing is timed to the second
And not as ad-libbed as I always reckoned
Every comment is a double entendre
I don’t know how they do this everyday
My head hurts from keeping track
Of one-liners that roll like water from a duck’s back
They get to work round about four
Imbibe two cups of coffee at the door
That’s round about the time I turn my head
And burrow deeply into my nice warm bed
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