Just Like A Radio

It's like a radio,
All this noise, like people jostling for pieces of an FM frequency, and just to report we're all the decimal points. And sometimes 99.9 equals the balance of a verse, or thereabouts.

My name is a radio.
How can you stop the messagelacking in gains, and meting out criticism to any ones and twos who can receive. Transmissions wave a whitenoise. Hi Criticism, do you know what we mean? Are you receiving us - over and over and over and out, and underpaid? Does anyone think we're all lonely at the same time, requesting love songs we can't hear about? Moving things overandout and bringing things in and starting all over again, like a frequency we can't hold onto, moving through the signals, doing it through badstatic appearing? It's not like they mean anything. Turn the control up and mean it, right to the top, and then it crackles intermittently with jokes about the elderly, cracked by the old, and no-one complains, but the radio waves all pitch the notes anyway. And then the tuning changes, and the aerial stands to attention, and the loveliness comes, and isn't it so typical that the song plays that you wanted to hear, but then the radio fails, half way through? Or it never played at all, and the whitenoise knew, after a frequency fall, and it's Just Like A Radio on 99.Nowhere FM. Good night.