Poor Joe
Thinning hair, lost some weight,
Then, his fellow runners in the race,
Walking over him like old cheese cake!
Dragging anything out to do him in_
Anita Hill? Wow, yesterday's newspapers,
An aging,wrinkled pill!
Crackpots on skateboards, DUI's,
Flailing their arms, promising the moon.
Thinking ...younger means better!
These arrogant aging prom queens and kings,
Need their lips, tightly tethered.
One day, they too, will be weathered!
Panagiota Romios
4/27/2019
10:15am PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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