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RAMBLINGS OF A TORTURED MIND It’s raining, it’s pouring And the old man ain’t snoring I am 66 oh pick up sticks! ‘cause I ain’t old Too young at heart, not hard of hearing I play with my car Believing I have the senses of an 18 year old! Can you believe that? Well I do! C’mon … wanna drag boy? And I don’t mean on a cigarette Oh, okay, so it takes me A little longer to get going. But so fucking what? I just took a course this morning On the efficacy of drugs, and a new one It’s an anti – psychotic No, not for me. I know what you’re thinking! But for my patients. The ones whose brains are Scrambled And for whom their signals are crossed And need re – wiring. I need to know all this stuff I’ve still got it! You bet! I ain’t ready for the bone yard Yet! Sigh! Okay, so I can’t chase the young pretty ones Anymore! But so what? I got me a gal [no her name’s not Sal, and She doesn’t live in Kalamazoo wherever the Hell that is] I got a gal that’s smart, funny, and kind What more can a man want? Okay. This has gone too Far. I’m gonna get in my car And ride, ride ride into that sunset.’ Can’t see that dam sun today though. So I’ll ride between the rain drops And not get Wet. Ah yes. 66 I is. Now, I gotta take a wizz Gee. I was hoping to make it to the next Rest stop! |
Additional Notes:
Have y'all got a sense of humor? I personally find most poets to be too serious.
There is a song popularized in the 50's about Kalamazoo.
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