A Broken Record Way

One day

One old gray man

Their boring lives

Revolving on the endless broken record

They shuffle their decks

Let go of their darts

Broken record life

Becomes a broken record way

Into the empty suburbia

Basketball still spins

Like a sturdy hoolahoop

Mesmerizing every little one of us

So keep shuffling your decks

But you shan’t complain the hand you’re dealt

Merry goes round

Merry goes flat

Marry so round

So lost so found

Such a steady life

Such a steady dream

Such a broken record strut

For me…

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