Trump versus the video.
The bile against the weapon of techno.
The outbursts brings race to the forefront.
The video stops the claims from a manhunt.
Amy Cooper’s are all over this country.
Following their leader and his mind fuckery.
The only protection is sometimes a phone.
Cause usually the defense is one man’s alone.
Especially when the man is of color.
During this term with the joker as commander.
Trump vs the video is a war that will escalate.
From Epstein to Apprentice to now wearing face paint.
What is tbe point of calling him a liar?
Like throwing a critique as a unfolded flyer?
Lifelessly floating in the air to the ground
Harmlessly touching, no remorse to be found.
When there is not a chance of retraction.
And the majority have the same reaction?
And it emboldens the masses who drink .at his trough
His narcissism has proven to be enough.
What is the point of glorifying his claim.
Especially on the medium that limits the same
It’s a trick, it’s a trick.
It goes without saying.
The choice is to pass.
Let the other’s keep on playing.
Allow them to have.
A voice in the game.
Let them feel important.
While feeling exactly the same.
Let them feel the chill.
Like a wind in Chi-Town.
When they hear the noise.
They’ll know what’s going down.
Keeping up appearances.
Or also with the Jones.
When they send the invites.
You know that anything goes.
They bring all of their ammo.
And make lots of spittle.
They only wear their masks.
If it makes them look off kilter.
All of their posturing.
Is to illicit a reaction.
And when they take the bait.
They derive the satisfaction.
But they do after .
Is never much anew.
They always have the ingredients.
For their special dish of spew.
He takes the hydroxy, he takes the zinc
He talks out of turn and acts out of synch
He takes the zinc, he takes the hydroxy
He is husky and acts on hypocrisy
His minion Graham wants to open the gates
Into Obama, the man he openly hates
About the man who gives good commencement
He won’t unveil the portrait of the man he is less than
He chases the dreams of rave reviews
That only Fox gives while sucking on fumes
He fires at will people and tweets
The only one safe is Barr without oaths
And even he has a job that’s tenuous
If he’s candid and stops being nebulous
He takes the zync, he takes the hydroxy
He gets the votes because of misplaced moxie
He takes the hydroxy, he takes the zync.
And tomorrow, he’ll bring a new stink.
Cam Cameron, Cam Cameron.
Cam Cameron, Cam Cameron
The Fin fans craving for a tropical flavor
Cam Cameron not a 1- 15 savior
Cam Cameron drafted da whole family
He set da Fins back a whole frickin dynasty
Not that he didn’t help from so many others.
He was good enough to be a coach on the Chargers
And he made it to Harbaugh and the Ravens
Cam Cameron has stories like Cliff Clavens
The only story that escaped his curio
Was not going winless cause of Greg Camarillo
We thank Cameron for giving us some levity
The Miami fans have lost some sanity
And now we lost our pioneer Shula
He was the steak to Cameron’s taboola.
Cam Cameron is still on the flyer.
And he can coax a little Deon Dyer
He was the architect of fail forward fast
Cam left, but his teachings they last
They got a new coach, got a new thrower
But still bad ju-ju from the box of the owner
Hoping you don’t have one last theme
Cam Cameron is still my fav Fin Meme.
Just a random opinion about news heard today.
Incited by a host moving to another foray.
Thinking of growing up with a hand on the dial.
When radio was relevant and people spoke with style.
But radio is a dinosaur and the end is certainly near.
If you’re here to make money, then get your act in gear.
People keep moving and formats keep changing.
And stations get eaten till only one will be standing.
Like one of the weaklings with the number 1210.
Where it’s found or the year they’re broadcasting?
Hiring one jock whose language can’t be saved.
Yearning for the days of Moe Howard Davi-a-did.
Naming the station the braggadocious “The Man”
Like Senor Dunces clowning with a handstand.
Ain’t it obvious what sports radio tends to be.
Shimmying to a bar while slurring to a lady.
Talking about Hurricanes, the football playing one.
Only they haven’t been relevant since 2001.
And those twinkies who flop, like Los Marleens.
They’ve been fish food, eaten like Ben and Jerry’s.
Just like the Dolphins, tripping all over each other.
They play football like they’re holding hands with their Mother.
Sports radio on the decline and it was predicted.
Uncle Neil would have crammed an ice pick through it.
Not a limp hockey stick like the Panthers seem to use.
Never the playoffs with seemingly always no clue.
Miami Sports is the Heat and maybe a soccer ball
Maybe Big O was right about futbol after all.
He’s jammed it in our heads for seemingly forever
But Miami sports radio is a dead Covid cadaver.
Get back, step back, observe the line
Get back, consider you’re a threat to mankind
Maybe you’re healthy and in really good shape
Or maybe the virus hasn’t quite figured out your taste
Whatever it is let me make my case
Get back, step back and give me some space
I understand that things are on your mind
And thoughts turn dark because of the time
Giving you pause and not getting a breath
It’s hard to live when all you hear is death
Corona use to be a theme for libation
Now I’m telling you to give me salvation
Get back, step back, there’s a barrier to observe
Get back and review our joint force majeure
I don’t mean to sound like I’m being abrupt
But get back, step back cause I’ve had enough
Many people don’t get why it’s callous
We live in a country where POTUS is a big phallic
And while he worries about the ratings of his press
Families are languishing and living in distress
And I don’t want to be one of those who is stricken
So get back, step back and let my heart keep on tickin.
PS: Lorenz Omondi, thank you for subscribing 🙂