it should get easier
the madness and pain should desist
yet it snaps at my ankles
like a rabid dog
old age creeping up
new year isn't happy
it's just more of the same
monotony...
it's all been done before
we just recapitulate worn out
themes
i need to sing new songs
feel those juices of youth
keep on keeping on
maybe a spring sun will shine
for me and my contemporaries
blue skies and sensual warmth
new spirit to my identity
supple skin
a hard dick in the morning
Naw!
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