For Christmas
you received
a record player
You played
your own vinyls
on repeat
for days
And maybe
that's when
you learned
what a record
was supposed to
sound like
I was a broken record
playing the same
gut-wrenching melody
over and over
So you took
me out of your
record player
and respectfully
threw me out
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
For Christmas
you received
a record player
You played
your own vinyls
on repeat
for days
And maybe
that's when
you learned
what a record
was supposed to
sound like
I was a broken record
playing the same
gut-wrenching melody
over and over
So you took
me out of your
record player
and respectfully
threw me out
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