You're
younger and fitter,
you ********
I'm bitter and
who wouldn't be?
If I am the ebb tide and you are the flow
where can I go
the scrapheap?
but what's the hurry
I may not like what I see
but
I see
and that's a luxury.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
You're
younger and fitter,
you ********
I'm bitter and
who wouldn't be?
If I am the ebb tide and you are the flow
where can I go
the scrapheap?
but what's the hurry
I may not like what I see
but
I see
and that's a luxury.
moseying along as we do and thinking in curved lines.
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