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Mar 2019
I've got problems from here to there
I'm balding, lonesome, and someones taken my chair
Now my knees hurt as I stand without rest
I'm beading sweat, stomach hurts, and there's a pain in my chest

My wrinkles remind me of how old I am
My back is so tight, I can't seem to bend
I dropped my pencil back two weeks or more
It's still where I left it, down there on the floor

Boss man says he can't stand my work
I caught my wife cheating, but I'm still the ****
Here comes the rain, there goes tomorrow
I can't find my sadness, so I need some to borrow

So borrow me yours, spare only time
reap all my pleasure, drink all my wine
stare at me solemnly, stare straight and true
know that my problems are yet to be through.

Forget about glory, you know I never triumph
If you ever need me I'll be down at the dumps
I'm trying to find some decoration for home
All that I've found is a skull and cross bones.

A wary sign, of which I've had many
I left all my good days back in my twenties
Now each one rolls into the next
They're not all that bad, but far from my best.
Written by
Jim
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