Friday, January 1, 2010

The Hardness of It All

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

it's all been done before
we just recapitulate worn out

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

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