the american eagle

‘Radio on the wall play us the number one the hit song’
  ‘the American Eagle has no brains it flies into walls’
Francesca the most mysterious person he never really knew
   despite her outrageously wacky hat she did know all about sex
said, ‘this head automatically turns off any thing in bad taste’
    Then when she had nailed everyone’s rapt attention
‘you can tell people about witchcraft but you can’t lead them to it’
    That set everyone with presents back on their high heels
Radio on the wall play us a great tune or go to hell
    ’Yes it is Francesca here’
The Radio kept blaring rap crap while she sang    
   ‘If you don’t possess a purple tiffany box
    You can’t expect to grow like a yellow daisy’
‘Oh Radio Radio on the wall tell me why
    Why do American Eagles fly into walls and knock their brains out’
Francesca got off the phone jiggling like a teabag
    & shouted out to all within range
   ‘I need to have a pee desperately’
    & she left right left right left right left
    with Staggers and her kittens following in single file
    tails between their legs
‘Radio on the wall why do American Eagles hit the wall’
     With his last gasp in extreme  agony he wheezed
’The American Eagle has no brains it flies into walls’
     Unwanted   alone   uncared for   now stone dead
     his crocodile skin boots still sit in the repair shop
Remember his last wish was to expire with perfect plastic teeth
Those shining eyes could only be described as terminal fireballs
     He fried with extreme prejudice in the updraft
Radio on the wall play us all a bugle call
     The monster python swallowed a whole sheep
     and never spat out any shredded wool
Radio on the wall a song to aid digestion, if you please
     After my farewell remarks  
Francesca  pressed the END continuously but it did not END
     Heaven does not kick in until you’re dead
Radio on the wall I am tired of poets  
     Give me history.