Dead and Gone
Looking at Mister Death in the mirror each day, I chuckle
The idea of worrying about when my time on earth ends
It really is very comical to me in many ways
At age fifty, I have outlived both my father and sister
Fifteen years past my father and ten past my little sister
So, every day I wake up is just plain gravy to me
If anyone in the future finds this ranting poem somewhere
Let me notify you of the central issues of today
You might find them rather amusing, as I certainly do
Foremost is the obsession of eliminating wrinkles
Women routinely inject poison into their aged faces
They can’t show any sincere emotions, but their face is flat
The next driving fixation is men maintaining erections
Men spend millions of dollars each day to maintain this power
When watching sports, one knows all men suffer from this disorder
We must discuss the concern of the temperature on earth
Billions of people, worldwide, think man is burning the planet
And if we don’t turn back into cavemen, we’re all going to die
Let’s review our priorities, here in two thousand and eight
Wrinkle free faces and permanently erect penises
And last, but not least, saving the planet from evil mankind
I would assume, if you’re reading this poem, you must be alien
One hundred years have passed; all human life has ceased to exist
Nothing remains except little blue pills, empty syringes
And the rusted carcasses old Toyota Priuses
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2008
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