Retirement is Killing Me
I am supposed to enjoy retirement
it is killing me
I no longer have the stress of freeway driving
so I am not intensely enraged two hours a day
that’s better
my life consists of sitting here, there, and over there
my recliner, couch, bed,
If I could I would hop up on that dresser
when it fell over on top of me it might hurt
it might even kill me
but at least I would remember that I am alive
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