Broken Record


by R Becker

Maybe it's time for some
true confessions



It's almost a crime
some of my obsessions


repeating myself
is my biggest flaw

and don't tell me there's no Santa Claus

Really I am
the worst offender
saying the same things over and over


here I go, sounding like a broken record again


It's a burden to me
these obsessions you see
did they get what I said?

is my face getting red?
why can't I stop my head
from thinking
over & over



why should I care if the press ignores me?
or all of the good that New Coke's done for me?

should I go for price or quality?

does plaid really add years to me?


I worry too much about
what's thought about me
some of my friends would rather do without me

they can take Santa Claus
but not the broken record again


some say I have too many excuses
my perfectionism has many uses


playing guitar
and writing rhymes
and driving people crazy
all the time

so join in fun
with your favorite disorder


dot your ts.
cross your Is
dream
in alphabetical order

&
make sure you
sound like

a broken record

make sure you sound

like a broken record


make sure you

sound like a

broken record



again...
© R Becker