Joe Madison with news and politics on SiriusXM
Shines a light on those who don't act right and enlightens the dim
I love when a young listener calls in on a whim
And the Black Eagle says, 'Excuse me, I've got underwear older than him!'
Hanging up on another caller and adding a dollar to the swear jar again
Sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity
From the famous MLK quote is the epitome
Of what Joe loathes the most
So let's make a toast
To the man in the morning with the latest word
The Eagle is... a regal bird
You don't hear meee...
At the approach of a storm, Joe Madison can see
Through the rhetoric and fake news
Critical thinking is key, we have the power to choose
So tune into SiriusXM channel 126
While you drive, open your eyes and ears and listen to this
WarriorCarryingWater
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Ode to the Black Eagle (Joe Madison)
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jlmoore2 says: Makes me want to listen to this channel. |
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WarriorCarryingWater says: Thanks jlmoore2! http://joemadison.com/ |
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RonnieL says: Very clever write....nice! |
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