can’t sit how i used to
can’t shit how i used to
time has abused you
past habits have fused you
and youth has refused you
access to the fountain
the inverse mountain
underneath where the old mans sits
and where the old man shits
my knees ache
and my back complains
how long does it take
to get it up when it rains?
it could be worse
and would be worse
if we still did the stupid shit
we used to do back then
that kind of action doesn’t fit
for us distinguished older men