This house is like an old radio,
Damaged beyond repair,
Beaten and broken,
Like so many familial bonds,
The parts no longer fit well together,
She re-assembled it all wrong.
Domestic censor,
Domestic tyrant,
Some channels are allowed to play loud,
While others are set to mute,
All goodwill is static,
Treacherous broadcasts play the whole day.
If you happen to tune in,
It’s a one-way radio here.
WorldofHarley 
I’ve got to read the extra 44 words. Did the parts make it? Sad poem, but so descriptive. I hope there is a fix-it person in the family. 🙂
I’m probably being moronic here, but what do you mean?
Thank you so much my friend. I’m sad to say I’m not certain there is, but alas, these problems sort themselves out in time right?
The Oldschool Harlequin
The reader cut your article short by 44 words. It was supposed to be a compliment meaning that I was curious enough to continue reading. Sorry to be so cryptic. 😦
Ooooh, my apologies! I understand you now! Thank you, that’s very kind of you. 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
🙂
My motto is, “No matter how much you dislike what I have to say, you damn well better listen at least once.” Please.
Haha! A very good motto! 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
I can relate. I grew up in a dysfunctional family. I was placed on mute but never learned to shut up properly. 🙂
Haha, I hope that things are improved for you now my friend. 🙂
The Oldschool Harlequin
Ahhh, where is that mute button located? It’s been a long time since I been here. I am loving it, and going to follow! 🙂
I am very glad to hear it! Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
Anytime! I will see you soon.
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One-Way Radio