Earphones

The small round earphones, with holes for extraction of a beat.
A white iceberg,
stranded in the dark.
Easily broken,
renewed every once in a while.
Overused and stale,
leaving bruised and battered ears.
Blasting music into my ears,
Stopping irrelevance seeping into my mind.
Playing all day,
a new genre every hour,
a new song every minute.