The Sound of [Middle-Age] Silence

Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to dye the grey again
The silver lining’s hiding way down there
Wiry strands of tinsel ripped out bare
And my vision, astigmatism still remains
In designer frames
Only improves…with champagne

In restless dreams I walked alone
And reminisce of muscle tone
New-found bat wings jiggle when I wave
And taunt me, “This is ‘cuz you don’t behave.”
My eyes glazed red from the tomfuckery of last night
Still think I’m tight
Coulda been…the vodka

And in the naked light I saw
A fuckin’ ugly off-white bra
I scan the sagging slopes in awe and wonder
When did my tits fall all the way down yonder
For display, my nips hang down below my shirt
On full alert
Mighta been…the gin

Fools, said I, you do not know
How batshit crazy I can go
A pez dispenser carries ‘round my meds
Running out of zannies I do dread
When my words slur softly, my mind a jumble
Wine makes me stumble
Let it flow…the Pinot

And the people bowed and prayed
To the mess I’d gone and made
Pee streaming down my inner thighs
Belly laughs now echo of their sighs
And the sign said
Life is all shits and giggles, ‘til someone shits
Then it’s the pits
Deafened by the sound…
Of silence

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