DJ'S Dream

Round and round,
The scratchy record making an irritating sound,
Stuck laying a funky beat,
Making you tap your feet,
Echoing off into space,
To a quite distant place,
Melodies and rhythm dance in the air,
Looking like quite the pair,
Drum and bass looking quite mellow,
Sitting together like a grumpy old fellow,
Synthesiser and the sampler running amok,
Dancing around like a demented duck,
Stereo is being obnoxious and loud,
As if he’s trying to warm up the crowd,
Headphones being the weirdo in the corner,
The type whose sanity is on the border,
Complaining about always dealing with ear wax and hair,
Whinging to each other but no one else seems to care,
The cords looking like a tribe of angry worms,
Trying to always deal with reality on their terms,
Grumbling as they groan,
Always happy to let someone hear them moan,
Speakers like the bouncers of the party,
Always looking big and very flirty,
On the hunt to show off,
Always the one who has the bad cough,
In strolls the microphone looking so hip,