Disc Redux

Tell me about this weathered wax slice
Warped by the light of the radiant sun 
Let me tickle my nose with its faded sleeves dust
Big breath and motes waltz all around the room
Laugh at the needle tracking compressed sine waves
Sounds wash around like a drain got pulled
Cover art bleached to a bleak unreadable
Ink down jokes on what it's glory was once
If it's sticky on your fingers then it's clinging to the Needle and
Your ears are gonna snap crackle pop all day
Take that grungy secondhand gold, wipe with ever clear,
Any memory can wash away the same way
Betcha its unique within a hundred mile radius
And if it wasn't once, well, then the damage
made it so. 
Like a playful tripod puppy jaunt in through its day
It's the perfect shape to languish in your weird forever home.