Obsolete
Antiquated, so outdated, old relic, dinasour. These things that I hate to admit, I can
relate to, oh such a bore. Old fossile, neanderthal, over the hill, wow this is overkill.
I'm out of style, way too many miles, sure do need a change.
Wonder where I can trade this old model in. Guess I'm out of luck, much to my
chagrin! I feel like Yoda, out of mode-a-joke to the younger folk. News flash for you,
I'm still cool, still got my hair, can still match your glare. Cheap sunglasses, six string
too, I'm still rockin, not hip-hoppin.
Watcha think about that~~~Get Back Jack~~~~
Copyright © Jack Ross Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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