I’m older if not wiser
Can’t *** like a geyser
And I think I can hear the bells toll.
They’re a little less distant
And a bit more insistent
And no longer seem quite as droll.
Out the corner of my eye
I think to espy
A dark figure with malevolent intent.
A voice with a tone
Like the scraping of bone
that leaves me whining and spent.
Is it getting closer?
Is it there in the toaster?
I worry perhaps more than I should.
But I’d be lying
There is no denying
I wish now that I’d done more good.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
I’m older if not wiser
Can’t *** like a geyser
And I think I can hear the bells toll.
They’re a little less distant
And a bit more insistent
And no longer seem quite as droll.
Out the corner of my eye
I think to espy
A dark figure with malevolent intent.
A voice with a tone
Like the scraping of bone
that leaves me whining and spent.
Is it getting closer?
Is it there in the toaster?
I worry perhaps more than I should.
But I’d be lying
There is no denying
I wish now that I’d done more good.
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