Now Don'T Forget Kids, Clap Real Loudly
NOW DON'T FORGET KIDS CLAP LOUDLY
With a little help from Dorian Grey
I tried to tell you the walls wouldn’t hold
I tried to tell you I’m not getting old
I’m reversing the numbers, baby, from 63 to thirty-six
Either that or I’d rather swim in the river Styx
I’m too young to be as old as the calendar reads
I’m not halfway through sewing my wild seeds
I won’t allow anyone to tell me my hair is getting gray
And my well appointed appearance at thirty-six is the same as it is today
If anyone should doubt my stamina and dexterity
I’ll prove I’m the latter day Peter Pan and I’ll do it with temerity
All my confidence and fortitude on Tinkerbelle is now hung
And if you all clap real loudly for Tink she’ll keep both my soul and body young
To die the same way I look and feel today is my goal
I’ll look like this until I’m six feet deep in a hole
I’m going to go to Hell but I’ll bet for me it’s too cold
And S**T no, I’m not insane, I know that everyone eventually grows old
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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