Abandoning me in boredom,
Now I see dis will lead a fruitless sojourn,
Wat really does dis hold for a prospective forum,
Surely I feel u desire d formation of a quorum,
Shall I always cage my unleashing dictum?
Align towards d sweetest pit of a heart and pray 2 remain at d bottom,
What gradually generates an auspicious occasion?
Do we uncociously relay d function?
Certainty already proposes a condition?
Probably an excuse 2 eternal accommodation,
Sadly she ignores d clarity of a freshly cooked portion,
In commemoration all dat she fires is jst 'A Question,
Surely dis humble poet never expected such as an appreciation,
Off she goes to properly protect any consolidation,
An encouragement she throws forward pretending 2 understand?
Promulgating constantly is her doctrine of intricate negativity,
Well in futuro Her terms might enunciate Longevity,
A switch of facts might streamline an expected positivity,
Oh yes she finally gives up 2 a plea of austerity,
Right here all of which allays further delays tends towards extricating sincerity.
Can we talk about love in the twilight years
Ain't not no expert I must confess
But the older I get, find myself ogling young ladies
Might even think this old guy's obsessed
Not at all my friends, I can take 'em or leave 'em
Now what the hell am I saying
Prettying up the landscape more than us guys
Hope there's plenty upstairs I'm praying
How boring to live an eternity without ladies
Sure wouldn't look forward to that
Rather go down below where the bad girls are
They'd certainly adjust my thermostat
I've led a clean life for the most part I'd say
But for a couple of minor infractions
Like running around with a bunch of loose women
All part of a young lad's passion
Let's talk about love, a favourite subject of mine
Ain't not no expert I must confess
The older I become, the more decrepit and sad
Going to miss seeing girlies undress
© Jack Ellison 2015