with arthritis.
My head from the drinks.
Bags under my eyes.
My arms sag. And I’m beginning

to shrink. I’m taking
my clothes off for money. My books
don’t sell. I’m going to hell
for adultery –

and stealing/don't tell!! You've lost
interest?  I lose many.
With my paycheck today I can
buy a box of Good & Plenty. My stomach's

not flat as my *****.  –
I can go down and gritty. But
last night’s a blur. Now a days I crash into
every door. I can cut a rug No plug can shut me
up. And you'll for more!