Billy Thekidster Poet Rhyme

Now That I'M 64

I gotta keep working an extra few years,
not like years before.
Government is screwing me for every dime,
I can’t afford a bottle of wine.
Hip's been replaced,
yes I’m getting old.
I Can't Work Any More,
but I'm still needy,
social security won't feed me,
now that I'm 64.

You'll Get Older Too,
and when you reach my age,.....no more SSI left for you.

Working my whole life breaking my ass every cursed day,
looking forward to the day when I could finally retire,
but age requirements keep getting higher and higher.
Digging the garden, pulling the weeds,
that's all I was working towards,
but if I retire I'll have to,
live on a diet of cat food,
now that I'm 64.

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Inspired by JAN ALLISON's  When I'm 94,
but to be honest, in the past she has inspired me even more.

When I'm 94
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/beatles_parody___when_im_94___alternative_version_by_sillybilly_the_kidster_added_900916

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Gayle Rodd June 1, 2017 at 5:48 PM lol! cute (Why did Ringo Starr pop into my head as I read this?) ;)

John Acconi May 22, 2017 at 9:38 PM hello my name is det. Acconi from NYPD. someone contacted me in regards to Billy and they were worried about him after posting this poem. I can not make international calls from work. You can call me at 718-969-6844. Thank you. Becca Teagan May 23, 2017 at 12:33 AM Thank you for following through on this this call!!!

Jan Allison May 22, 2017 at 6:27 PM Billy contact me - I feel bad not reading your amended poem before now and also seeing the lovely comment you about me:-) hugs JAN XX

James Marshall Goff May 22, 2017 at 5:10 PM Billy....please soupmail me if you are able...I can talk with you & will give you my phone #...you are a good man...hang on, buddy...

James Marshall Goff May 21, 2017 at 9:49 PM Actually planting in my community garden plot in a couple days Billy! nice poem! your style is honest rhythm like Bukowski...enjoyable without trying to be too pretty or academic...tomatoes...eggplant...polebeans, oh yeah!