The Ironic Jukebox

If I walk in here alone,
When I sit among maybe two others
at a distance.
Knowing that my company
Couldn’t spare a penny for the jukebox
- It all goes on escapism -
That is when it starts playing

Louder than when I pay for it.
And every time
It hits me in the core of my head
With lyrics that eat me up
Bad Lyrics:
'People that need people,
are the luckiest in the world.'
I doubt that,
I doubt that very much.

Needing, is detrimental,
but the lyrics continue
Those bad lyrics:
'Everybody's got to have somebody.'
It feels that way right now.
Just as it did yesterday
So why tell me what I already know?

I should rip that bastard off the wall
For all those bad lyrics.