Lunch Cafe

The lunch café I`m not dying to die, but I like to weigh less To be free of this old body this harness of humanity It was not always so I was young once And made a drama out of politics and sex In a way, I simmered down when reaching middle-aged Then a wanted a daughter by didn`t find a woman Suitable, they were ti stupid, and I wanted my child to Be a genius be, say a brain surgeon at 15 I met a doctor once we had much to drink I nearly made it but she woke up and refused. Then suddenly I was old had no future no higher grade from the old people's home nearby they came and bath me change wet sheets, tough women and that is ok, they give me lunch not what I like; politely I throw the food into the loo and flush than I drive to my café where they know what I like. Big table cloth down to the floor if Flora slips under there and give me a blow-job ten minutes before lunch it will be a perfect day