In senior life theres little left to lose
I hear you huff in horrid muffled rage
I shrug I sympathise Ive reached that stage
A sadder situation youd never choose
In mirror hair and beard of frosted hues
And sprinkled liver spots of gray and beige
And laughter lines that worry lines engage
Youre slow to move youre quick to bleed and bruise
To Satan volunteered your mortal span
Your problem ponzi cull its cult of death
Youve botched adventure down to final breath
Just seven decades lives the morbid man
The dole I swallow keeps alive today
A small time nanobot of kaolin clay
Chorus today current now
