A DC playing full-blast in the stereo,

Though I love my I-pod,

This brings a beautiful, nostalgic reverie,

Of music, rock, metal, alternative,

Anything at all,

Just need the noise,

Headbanging, caterwauling,

My terrible song and dance,

Just a girl who loves music,

As if it was a person,

Or an infection,

That's been injected into my veins,

And caused this bout of unruly behaviour,

That reflects my childhood Saturday mornings.


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