So many Cantankerous, old argumentative men
Live all their days in misery,
Rehashing and recouping from an old war injury.
As Buster the dog slept soundly.
An rusty fishing rod, stood in the corner,
Buster the dog flaps his ear and wiggles his tail
His friend sat in the same spot all day
He just wants to go outside to play
Arthritis in his knees
Aches and pain
And varicose veins
Acupuncture, homeopathy, and osteopathy,
His day are numbered to twenty antacids pills,
Who is the consultant of his will?
What would grandma think of old Henry Vega?
As he become the Messiah of misery