Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Microphone.
……….I found mah Trill
on Blueberry hill.....
The Microphone. The Voice squawk, the SOUND, the Leveller
the outright FART
of those who dare, where Angels
righteously, fear to tread.
The EGO Wheelchair of mere Mortals!
CHECK! 1-2!! CHECK! 1-2!!!
A SSSSSH!
FEEDBACK shows no mercy!
*Ask the newly brain dead or recently DEF*
The Microphone! An Antagonism!
In the hands of THE LONELY, of moderate intelligence,
a point of view...
A WEAPON for the Usurper,
disgraced Politicians, public figures,
pontificating patriot fervour,
their last, loud speak refuge...
A TOOL to purge the hoards
who sway with resonance
in an echo chamber of repetition.
ELECT RONICA knows NO call from Mother Nature
whilst mountain glens echo Man-s pitiful history,
an amplification pendulum of greed and despair
to resonate> SEE HOW WE WAIL!!!!
The Microphone.
c.2018, august, Vitt. E. Bar. Sciacca, Sicily.
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