I would like to be a radio-woman

My radio Woman

I decided that, I would like to be a radio woman,
With the accelerator on my foot,
The right,
And mike on my left. 
Blaring aloud,
A beetle bug motor-bee,
To sway and jingle over the traffic 
Of the whole world
In a Tea’s Daze;
Blaring it aloud, to the supposed society,
The majority,
To it,
To the Together,
Aloud,
With a resurrected rebellion,
Howl all my cramps off,
Sans the punctuality, morality 
And ethics.
And, free it all within a session,
A million worth of cramps sediment,
Waiting to sneak into the coffin for my afterbreath,
Just, free ‘em all, Whenever I feel it.
Aloud. Lucid. And, Crisp.
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