Gramps Fred's Fossilized Rage

No, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred; you still rail against the masters of cruel, crazy wars that left thousands of our brave youth abroad dead; you still roar at the inept occupying city hall sinecures, and with your own meticulous counter-computation, you tax the tax-men with angry taxpayers' signatures; I still hear you snarl at every phony insurance agent, and expose the shady tricks of any pious cheat who sounds polite, but with dark motives irreverent; you fume over some military madness you just read and lambast each education department egghead, no, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred !