Radio Man

Radio Man short poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive
music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip
here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed
the innocence of the day as I raged in a cage
there was folks with love swinging on its sod
there he stood the radio man with stereo in his hand
would rap to his music calling it sonic fusion cause he knew what he was doing
Break dance pants and folks playing hacky sack gave me a heart attack
those were the days getting lost in a purple haze better to act your age
yet for the radio man he had a plan
started block parties to raise money for his ailing uncle Freddie who had cancer
Radio was quite a dancer and fine tuned romancer on the village block he was the king
then one day many had need to pray Radio man went away to a mental facility
folks got word and thought it was absurd
there was no one else to entertain many grew insane
until a little time had passed then the Radio man was back
free styling cause he knew what he was doing
back on the mic never giving up on the fight
he was the center of attention with his brand new invention
a beat box mixer on his radio taking him places he needed to go
bust up the beat to promote the tempo it was Radio the king with his flow
always cracking jokes and smiling cause he had fish for frying no he ain’t lying

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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