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Oct 2013
30 Years Lost

I said no, you stupid little **,
not enough dough, so please just go.
I'm growing old, house filled with mold,
suffering from a cold, just got paroled.
Can't get laid, always underpaid,
I'm so **** afraid, life starting to fade.
Day becomes night, future not so bright,
don't know left from right, I do things out of spite.
Can't catch a break, all my friends are fake,
got bitten by a snake, body starting to ache.
Running out of time, down to my last dime,
no longer in my prime, at least I can still rhyme.
Life is just to tough, always in the buff,
can never get enough, I used to be hot stuff.
Hair is turning grey, I'm not the one to pray,
life is fading away, I still have more to say.
No one seems to care, my wife had an affair,
tied her to a chair, then I took all her air.
That's when I went to jail, got sentenced with no bail,
never got any mail, in life I sure did fail.
Thirty years lost, over the line I crossed,
would change things at any cost, my salad got daily tossed.
I now live alone, bracelet tied to my ankle bone,
can't even afford a phone, I've become an unknown.
Before the day I die, my eyes I'd like to dry,
I once reached for the sky, now I will say my last good-bye.
Allen Wilbert
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Allen Wilbert  florida
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