a poem and a song

my record player is stuck 
it plays the same tune once more again
seems like it might be good luck 
I spilled my coffee and it cause a stain 

sunbeams coming through my window 
everything seems uncomplicated for now
this morning I listened to the radio
they say world is in chaos and I ask myself how 

everybody thinks it’s complicated 
but the solution is very plain
however it’s true that we become what we once hated 
and it is causing an ache in my brain