. BUCKET LIST
Early dawn I find myself,
wondering about my health.
Journey, through the morning mist,
overwhelmed about the reason I exist.
Without thinking of my past,
worried my future will not last.
All my life I have reminisce,
at what age to start my BUCKET LIST?
First, I will work on getting my tickets dismiss.
Then I will take a trip down to the dentist.
Call up them guys who got me piss,
punch them one by one, with my fist.
I do not wannabe be an old geezer skydiving.
I want to live my old age surviving.
I might be brave enough to climb a mountain,
maybe I will bungee off the Niagara fountain.
Checked out that bump that everyone thinks is a cyst.
It will be to late, if the army wants me to enlist.
If I want to travel far,
on my list I will add a brand new car.
I will enjoy eating all the fried food, I resist
even if it brings me closer on DEATH’S LIST.
Close the door to my demons who at once preexist.
Before my family thinks, I need another exorcist.
Thinking how I never did any of the above got me piss.
I will just wait another 35 years to start another BUCKET LIST.
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