Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation, not a creature was stirring at the radio station.
The microphones were lonely and the listeners were too, when Clear Channel opted to fire a few.
The stockings were hung on the tower with care, in hopes that the boss will hand you a spare .
On DJ's and Sales, and promotions they rule... and your wallet.. yes... they control that too.
And never before is that more clear.. than the day they send you to pack up your gear.
The Radio DJ's - the front line players... are the first to go when they're peeling the layers.
Some of us have our dignity and pride... others just don't know WHAT to decide.
Owners, Managers, and Programming Gods... please take a bow.. ... applause applause.
Now take a bonus - and another one fast. We'll not even notice, when you fall on your ass.
This kind of madness is radio's story ... But meet Karma, my friend, in all her glory.
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