I seem to have run out of
cigarettes and beer, and time
I’m shaking every morning, got
cold sweats and facial lines
I never thought - tho’ I couldn’t
grow younger
That age would bide its time
And now my body aches and my
liver
Seems no longer a friend of mine
I seem to have run out of anecdotes
And the jokes are a little stale
I think I had a memory, though I’m
not sure.
The days conspire against me
And on Tuesdays and Wednesdays I
try
To put a bookmark in the week
And only weekends seem to be where
they belong
I seem to be somewhat older -The
mirror says, I hope its lying
Or else it’s a joke -my nose has
veins where it once had skin
And my wat’ry eyes are desiccated
I seem to have lost all appreciation
of the world
a Tireless regime of crosswords
and pointless papers
Laughing with the fools who secretly
laugh at me
As they see my flesh destroyed
and my famous mind
Fulfilling nothing but their
trivial questions.
I wish
I could be resigned and call time upon it all.....
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