Too old to pogo
Just an old git,
Limbs currently feeble,
No longer fit,
For disjointed grooving,
To angry alternative,
Dance hits.
Deaf as a post,
With a badback,
My childhood has scarpered,
It ain’t coming back.
Youth was never wasted
On this young gun,
Fuck me sideways,
By Christ, I had fun.
Sex and drugs,
And Duran Duran,
Sadly not in that order,
Of those memories,
I am now a hoarder.
Age is just a number,
That’s what you say,
Life is not over,
Until the last day.
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