Relic (Poetry Freestyle)

Radio used to be rad.
Now the state of radio is sad.
Before I was able to bust a move.
Now I can no longer get in the mood.
The funky chicken has become rank.
The electric slide has lost its charge.
The cabbage patch is a garden that died,
replaced with twerking, popping, and dutty wine.
Acoustics dying out for the synthesized.
Part time singing to full time syncing.
Sex becoming celebrated more than substance.
No symmetry between lyrics and thinking.
When others ask me about the latest artists,
hottest dances or popular tunes,
It’s a testament that I’m showing my age–
I shrug my shoulders, citing no clue.

Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

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