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Jul 29, 2009
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Dance of the Senior Citizen
When your life is pedestrian at best
and it's too late to wear a swimsuit,
when gravity pulls down on you harder
spiriting away all of your cue".
Then your nether region seems so distinguished
for you've recently sprouted gray hairs,
and when young people don't take you seriously
and the older ones share not your cares.
After you've realized the problem
is that you're answering all your own questions,
and everyone thinks that you're stubborn
when you're just sticking to your own "guns".
That's when you dance with the wind
even though you don't know all the words,
sing though you don't know the "steps"
its all crap, and it's meant for the birds.
Spew out as much nonsense as possible
no one's listening at all, anyway
stay u through the night planning all your revenge
and pull all your stunts off, in the day.
Laugh, when it's so inappropriate
that if looks could kill, you'd be quite dead,
you're just getting even for all of the years
that everyone played with your head !
and it's too late to wear a swimsuit,
when gravity pulls down on you harder
spiriting away all of your cue".
Then your nether region seems so distinguished
for you've recently sprouted gray hairs,
and when young people don't take you seriously
and the older ones share not your cares.
After you've realized the problem
is that you're answering all your own questions,
and everyone thinks that you're stubborn
when you're just sticking to your own "guns".
That's when you dance with the wind
even though you don't know all the words,
sing though you don't know the "steps"
its all crap, and it's meant for the birds.
Spew out as much nonsense as possible
no one's listening at all, anyway
stay u through the night planning all your revenge
and pull all your stunts off, in the day.
Laugh, when it's so inappropriate
that if looks could kill, you'd be quite dead,
you're just getting even for all of the years
that everyone played with your head !
— docmaverick, Jul 29, 2009
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Ink Dragon
16 years 10 months ago
Hi Doc,