I want what I want right now, but
I can’t
Step into old age, and do it
alone
But I’ve learned that there’s no
point in a rant
Even bad health doesn’t merit a
moan
I’m trying to be the strongest
and best
My sags and my wrinkles make me
less dear
Of the standards of life, I
failed the test
No mortgage or kids to keep a man
near
And yet I have had the greatest
of luck
An income and meds to keep me
alive
Why still pursue love and the
magic fuck
There comes a time to stop buying
that jive
So put up with me in these
weakest weeks
Give thanks I don’t speak of
bowels and leaks
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