record

you know the drill
the usual
the cliche, hackneyed turn of phrase
old record
broken record
flip it, reverse it
turn off, tune out
make that needle
skip
make it dance
scratch
the surface
the skin
to let something in
see there it goes again
seeping in
infecting
always lurking at the edges
ready to jump in
hijack
crash into an ivory tower
thousands of lame metaphors
die, burn, jump
but we'll still watch it
we'll still keep reading
about bleeding casualties
enumerated injuries
the hurt, the scars, the pain
that same old refrain
as we try in vain
to change
the record