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Apr 2019
Random words running through a tired mind.
Video killed the radio star and that's the day the music and laughter died.

Theater passed the torch to radio plays and the radio laid down at the feet of the silver screen, we're hi on our hi-fi wifi now **** your old media because it's outdated even before it comes out.

Eyes fight to stay awake as I fall asleep in front of the words and my mind auto pilots the thought out.

In spray paint font on a neon billboard full of lies it reads "Media killed art, we all just watched"

I never should have stopped drinking says the old artist, for his glory days are behind him and while he's respected he's got nothing left and at the end of the day- what's in a name to make it stay?
Jester
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Jester  Verona
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