so much good in growing old.
the fact
that i can pretty much
say whatever
is on my mind, and not
worry about hurting
someone's feelings
is one.
and i'm not bothered
by why they say
in return.
i can hang up the phone,
block, delete
and move on, like Clint
in an old time
western movie.
ride off into the sunset
to greener and happier land.
i shrug at the marching masses,
leave me
out of your crazy woke
madness, please.
and even as i take
the trash out
for tomorrows pick up,
i don't give a damn that
i'm in my boxer shorts
and black socks.
if it bothers you so much,
turn your head,
and stop looking out
your window,
with your two cats in hand.
No comments:
Post a Comment