Chaos
Chaos is a constant
Everything is so cluttered
"I'm an old man and tired",
I quietly muttered
Insanity is only a stones throw away
In two weeks I fear it will be Christmas day
I count my change for a strong stout ale
I wonder at which point my dreadful life failed
I watch mindless videos on my umbilical phone
I'm never here but always at home
Just a boomer with nothing and nothing to gain
Tomorrow I fear will be just the same
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