BLAME IT ON AGING By Marcail
Wrinkles and furrows are a huge problem
Rheumy red-rimmed eyes are too much
Misplaced hairs are especially disturbing
But what can I do.
Blame it on aging
Gray rain beats on me
Like a Hemingway's old man
Like William Shatner's ass
Sagging under the gravity of it all.
Blame it on aging
I think flaccidity is going to drive me crazy
And told-again tales grate my nerves
Like Hemingway and Shatner smiles
Cruel, cold, distant and whiskey mad
Blame it on aging.
2 comments:
I don't even want to know what that is in the picture.
Best you don't, Fringes.
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