Impromptu
(disclosure: i would rather decide on the form of, "i don't care", but since it isn't on the menu i chose the next best thing):
i paid
my dues
at thirty two
and i paid
my dues
at forty two
and the last time
i paid
my dues
was at
fifty two
but
now i'm
in between
i don't
mean
i don't
want to
stay in
the club
pay my dues
but who's
to say
if
i refuse to
pay my
dues
you?
who
who might
you mightily
be to excitedly
saying
chanting
praying
that
i owe
dues
do i
or do
i need
to reach
sixty two
to please
you
not me
i'm happy
being
in between
meaning
fifty eight
can't wait
until nine
until six
until
seven heaven forgive
until
eight
until
nine
put the blinders on
retirement shines
so bright
now
I've
gone
blind
i wish
for
forty
nine
i stopped counting. know what i mean? seems every one and any body wants to be young but you have to feel young to be young so shut up and drink your probiotic fat free yogurt with some low fat tissue tastingless flakes from transformed corn that's pornographically genetically grown for possibilities that will preserve the herd or didn't you hear hugh heffner's the word guess you're after birth and maybe a bastard but reality tv is real and the news is fake so take what you get don't feel upset that what was meant isn't what it means obscene street scenes with no blue screen to hide what's real and reeling in a fish what a whopper maybe your daughter or father further from out what seems to stream in reality's sublime surreal realistic sick pathetic rhymes that could go on and on over time every time even not mine but overtime SCORE
who
won
the
super
bowl?
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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