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Wrinkly and tired

by  Bobo

Posted: Friday, November 7, 2003
Word Count: 61




Face facts:
I'm old.
Used-up.
Washed-out.
Youthful parlez
is wasted on me -
my ears do not hear
the same sounds
any more.
The eyes,
sagging,
struggle to see.

Who stole the
youth juice
from out of my veins?
My engine putt-putt's
in its wake.
How come I'm at a standstill
aged just thirty-two?!

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE?