This is from when I was a house kid.

Oh record store,
you had shitty service.

A stoned clerk and asinine cashiers,
when help is needed, everyone disappears.
Greeted by oblivious vacant grins,
g-fresh jumpsuited cads sorting the bins.

Your records, out of date, dusty, and creased,
stank like an attic where my grandma was deceased.
Your prices, I’ll say they were fair,
Your turntables, needing inspection and repair.

But you had that fish tank,
that was surely an expensive treat.
But without weed most dank,
viewing it was most incomplete.

I found joy in your aisles,
dust on your tiles.
Your house section spanned a mile,
inspecting it all was quite a trial.

Breakbeat was small,
but I found them all:
Skint, Freskanova and Southern Fried,
Ninja Tune, Marble Bar and Kingsize.

Last I happened upon your shop,
your sign said closed.
“Closed?” this brought my happy whistle to a stop,
and sadness my great sigh disclosed.

It is with remorse,
that I think of Higher Source.

yah I rhymed closed with disclosed. eat it.

I’ve been in there about 10 times with the intention of spending money and came out empty handed everytime.

Never had anything in stock that I wanted. Its too bad because I wanted to support something other than Amoeba.

No word yet on whether or not Safari Sam’s will change its jungly font to Sea Level’s trademark Comic Sans as a temporary homage for this special occasion.