Introduction

Is there an after life for the poor overworked, underpaid, abused, maligned, insulted, spat upon, unseen and unloved radio announcer. Pop stars get the glamor but the poor old jock gets... ...let's read the report from 93.3 Eternal FM 2HV Heaven.."The Voice Of The Angels." Enjoy

Heaven's Awaiting

The jock stood at the pearly gates
His microphone in his hand
"what have you achieved?" Saint Peter asked
"for entry to this land."

Well, I've worked on stations from Cairns to Perth
And every whistle stop on earth
I've done my time on midnight to dawn
And breakfast shifts in the early morn.

Had program directors abuse me all day
Clients who want ads read their way.
Boring tape shifts and music too.
Had by share ob codes ad flu.

Weirdo phone calls day and night.
Phone-in sessions which never went right.
People who wanted plugs for free
Lousy coffee and lousier tea,

No payola or other perks.
Using equipment which seldom works.
No fan letters, hate mail galore.
My nerves are shot and my throat is raw.

Little free time. Just watch the clock.
Competing for ratings with other jocks.
So that's the score, Saint Pete old mate.
Be a good bloke and open the gate.

Saint Peter looked up from his golden book
Gave the jock a beatific look.

My son, he said, you've served your time
You've earned your rest in this land sublime,
No commercials, no hard sell;
But you'd better out-rate the jock from Hell.

Copyright; Henderson Q. Goldfischer
Email: mccartanal@aol.com