A Broken Record

A Poem by Shawn M

My newest work, and the one I've spent the least time on. Anything can help.

A Broken Record

I, am a broken record.

Not in the sense that I repeat myself,

but in the sense that I am

an outdated, useless piece of s**t

that is good for nothing anymore,

except making awful clichés about.

I, am a broken record,

in the sense that I repeat myself.

I, am a broken record,

in the sense that I

am all of your high school glory

down the toilet because some

newfangled freak-of-nature

track star made you eat the dirt

of a s**t he took last week.

I, am a broken record,

am a broken record,

am a broken record.

We, are all broken records,

in the sense that we are busted up

useless pieces of s**t that once made

beautiful music

but then someone

or somegod

shattered us on the ground

and left us to collect dust.

© 2013 Shawn M

Author's Note

Anything, and I mean anything, helps. I have no idea what is and isn't working because no one but me has read this.

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Moebia

This was amazing!!!
In this stanza:
I, am a broken record,
am a broken record,
am a broken record,
am a broken record,
am a broken record,
am a broken record.

I actually pictured an old, messed up record that's stuck repeating a specific part of a song over and over and over. This was so lovely to read, a bit depressing, but that's just the nature of some poetry.