MOT

Took my body in
for its MOT.

It was getting a bit old
in the tooth.

"Sorry mate, but you
are going to have to

have your wisdom extracted
it's doing yer head in!

And the mind...well
you're just going to have to

change it
know wot I mean.

I would if I were you.
(glad I'm not!).

And I suppose it has come
to your attention that...eh

your mojo isn't
working.

It's not getting enough oil
for your coil

to start something
...innit?"

The only thing that seems to be
working was...the hair.

"Well..!"he was loathe
to have to admit it

"...it was interesting but
receding!"

I had to admit that recently
my thoughts had gone a bit curly.

"Let me put it this way...if
I was vet...would have to put you down.!"

He chuckled at his own
dumb joke.

"But lucky for you I'm not.
I'm a body mechanic is wot."

The same young self satisfied smirk
of the very young.

I could see him thinking
like a cartoon bubble

coming out of his head
"How did you ever get so old?"

"Now if you trade yourself in
can give you a good deal in

the Reincarnation Line
know wot I mean?

Take it or leave it.
Can't do better than that."

I left it and left.

Sooner be me as I know myself
to be

even in my great decrepitude
lights blinking on and off.


"Not long to go now anyhow!"
I said aloud

Knowing all too well
that talking to oneself

the first sign that
the mortal coils are slip...

slip...**** it...slipping!