Its Own Flack
If I'd known, I would live to this age
I'd taken better care of me
Times when I walk, my hip croaks
At once my knee slips~ cracks
It has its own flack
Then my neck pops
Down I flop
Saying
Heck
I
Decide
It is time
Death could visit
Need a bucket list
A trip to Oregon first
No! Mark that off~Can't do that
I suffer from motion sickness
That barf bag would ruin the whole day
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Nonet Form
Written October 6, 2013
Croak~Making a deep sound
Flack~publicity(the noise publicizes old age)
Bucket List~A list of what a person wants to do before they die
Barf~Vomit
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