Decadent

What decade is this if not 2020 at the start In vision and vicissitude to you and future Decadent in every way is in decline A rocking chair or recliner define me I must love you but only 10 years at a time Because I get lost beyond that point Since I only have 10 digits to count on And they get lost when math becomes involved Goes beyond my fingers which are always sticky From finger licking chicken eaten on the side Deplorables welcome me into their ranks If I could be more sullied I would be delicious Or is it delirious or something from the past Odious becomes me because odious is best And that is not a question It is 2020 at least for 12 months or more But who is keeping score Certainly not me because as I stated That thing about the fingers keeps me in my place Decadent is not a state of mind or something pleasant It is a decade with many days inside One day I will have to leave them all behind If I hold up two hands I'll let you decide But not just right now because I have at least 10 years to get beyond