That I'm a sucker for that time each fall
When all the voices that I'm hearing move
From giving news and info, to a call
For listeners to pony up and pay.
There are two stations that get my support,
Since both of them get tuned in through my day.
I do rely on them; what they report
Is often inspiration for my rhymes,
And how I start and end my waking hours.
I pay my way, but still suffer, these times,
A guilt that it is quite beyond my powers
To assuage. Oh damn you, spring pledge drive!
Of course I want your stations to survive!