Too Old to Pogo

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.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *