None the wiser than I was
when I was wise beyond my years,
but now I'm older and I'm greyer
and the days are so much shorter,
my shadow seems to linger
I admit, I linger too.

Liver spots and little dots to match
I have to catch my breath at times
can't do what I used to do

and that's okay
I'm here today
you
can thank me later.

The lid's hanging off
the door is askew,
we're all a bit loopy
and that includes you

whatever pills you take
be they blue, white or red
you know you only take them
because you're going off
your head,

and I'm sitting here quite sane in the rain
waiting for the sun.

We could have been
more transparent in our conversations
if only we were more aware of our own conditions.

We could have drawn aside the curtain.

But here we are
still
so far away

and it's raining
not surprising
but
welcomed
like we'd welcome
an old friend.

I rock
in a rocking chair,
but
I really want to rock
on a rocking horse.

The older we get the more we get set in our ways,
yeah right,
I'm getting set to get ready and go
to go and throw snowballs
write graffiti on church walls
and then She calls to ask
if I'm making the tea.

Sure as **** you're feeling the pinch
this lot is tightening the cinch
well
they work us like horses
don't they?

Here we are again,
a new pain in the ****
but aren't they all?
and
for the sake of argument
let's call them
politicians

robbing *******
in the olden days
they'd have been branded
as malefactors,

as I get older
anarchy attracts me
even as the odds are
stacked against me
anarchy
attracts me,

She tells me to behave.

Nothing out of the ordinary
it was just another day at the seminary
and later we did magic tricks for the peasantry
eliciting oohing and aahing from those who had
bought into the plan,

this seems like a dream and might well have been because I think attending a seminary for someone like me is definitely out of the ordinary.

It rained cats and dogs through the night here although in Springfield I'm guessing it didn't.

still raining now and how you may ask am I supposed to go out in it,

well I'll dress up in oilskins ( asif)
put on me pith helmet,
apparently
they're trending in
Merthyr Tydfil,

him at the back
who's a clever ****
shouts
don't you mean a pit helmet
I tell him to pith off.