If you view older people as
architectural salvage
they become
as they should do
more valuable.

I'm in the classic range
which is a mountainous region
in Spain
or so
I'm led to believe.

There's a lot of humour about
don't let them take it from you.

When you begin to realise that each day has an expiry date and that's the date that the day falls on, finite and it was a fine night but I was tired by seven, home by eight, crawled into bed at nine and here I am again starting another day for the 25 thousandth time give or take a day or two.

Once again I am not complaining
just thinking of all those hours I put in
to get here.

Saturday and I've seen a few of these
mostly upright without the knackered knees
but I count my blessings and it turns out
that my blessings equal the number of days
I've been around and I'm a bit rounder now
or so She says.

She says
that I'm doing well and to keep on going
but
She always says the nicest things.

I swear
that if we're ever going to get there
we're
going to have to change the ringmaster
rearrange the circus tent and be what we're
supposed to be.

Civilisation.

It'll go one of two ways
and if it goes your way
you're in,

and if it doesn't
you're still in
but it'll be in
something different.

Remember Yogi Bear?
does it
sometimes
feel like we're all there
in Jellystone
with Boo-Boo,
waiting for
walkers?

or is it just me being hungry?

Poor Pete
six feet under
it's a wonder
I'm not too.

Sometimes it's blank and
I sit and look but don't see
don't really hear much either,
and then I snap out of it
back into the thick of it.

Safety mechanisms
keep us safe,

yeah
a Kalashnikov's fine
but if you've got
a brain as scrambled as mine,
you'll forget to load it.