Old Age

On a dinosaurs last breath,
that final apocalyptic heave,
a million aching pains,
old bone, against old bone,
one last rumbling roar,
one final thrashing victory,
in the land of dreaming,
move,push,lift,come on,
one last wrenching endeavor,
come on push, push against
that evolutionary demon,
SURVIVE ! LIVE ON ! never
stop, until that dark,silver
sickle carrying, black robed,
skeleton faced, angel of
death, hunts you down, to
get his prize, to mount on
his castle wall.

Circle

I wake up, and start my morning by downing
four red bulls. I achingly get out of bed,
check the time to make sure I didn't over
sleep and miss work. Then I turn on the
T.V., that's if its not on already, to
watch the morning news, and make sure the
world didn't blow itself up. I go to the
bathroom and see what part of my insides
my body wants to give up. I wash my hands,
take my pills, feed my beautiful black
kitty, read a few paragraphs of the latest
book I'm reading. I check the time at
various times thru out the day until its
time to go to work. I take a shower, dry
off, take a shave, sometimes before or
after the shower. I kiss my cat goodbye,
get in and start up my little red honda,
varoom! varoom! choke! choke! ba ! ba !
varoooom and off I go. If gas is low
I stop at the circle K, get some gas,
buy a pack of cigarettes and another
red bull and than off I go, varrooooom.
I get to work, check the pass-ons say
hello and goodbye to my relief and
begin the routine until quitting time,
so that I can start this whole thing
all over again, and again and again.
Its a merry go round without the merry,
and it goes on like this until that
fated day.