My Brother’s Album Collection

 


I remember back in the 70s...

My big brother loved his album collection... 

In fact, he was obsessed with his records... 

As I delve further into my introspection...


He kept them all in straight rows...

In perfect alphabetical order...

From Alice Cooper to ZZ Top...

He bordered on being a hoarder...


One day I decided to help him...

To show him some real brotherly love...

I decided to remove each album from its cover...

And rub each one with a dusting glove...


Somehow I forgot which of the records...

Was suppose to go into which album cover...

I mixed them all up and even scratched a few...

He screamed “I’m going to kill you, you little mother...”


He chased me around the kitchen table...

He chased me up and down the stairs...

He screamed “I’m going to beat your butt!”

As I protected myself with one the dining room chairs...


Finally, my dad put an end to the commotion...

He told my brother to start locking his door...

After spending a few days correcting my mistakes...

My brother said “I hate you now more than ever before...”


He never again let me into his room...

He didn’t say goodbye the day he moved out...

All this just because I scratched a few records...

To this day he wears a miserable pout...


I no longer speak to my big brother...

He moved away and he never comes home...

Now I listen to whatever music I want... 

Through Pandora on my new telephone...


© 2022 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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