It’s been a long time since last I wrote words
I find I have a lack of inspiration.
I’m trying to stop the daydream machine
Using reality for creation.
I know that Charlie Gallagher was Dave
And another was Kirk and Roxy was….
Not one of the women was yours truly,
Not pretty or smart enough for the buzz.
I need to write of prison or of sports
And leave romantic claptrap to my youth.
For the heavy breathing and sweaty sex
I’m getting just a bit too long of tooth.