One-Way Radio
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 