His old job became obsolete
But he vowed never to go to waste.
Inspired by his own former shape,
he takes to the clubs
By spinning records—
Though he’s a lot pointier now.
That’s his dangerous edge.
From played to player,
He perpetuates the legacy of his species,
His brothers now “properly disposed.”Oh, the irony.
Today, a disc jockey uses no discs.
His turntables don’t turn records.
This guitar pedal is a stage,
And he’s the last of the CDs,
Motionless, spinning tracks.