There's a Stella can in our
communal stairway.
People must get drunk as soon as
it's a sunny day.
Otherwise they might just sit around,
and wish their lives away.
After "drink ten", they will do that, anyway.
I had my share of drink, and drunken blokes,
and crash diets, and too many other things, when
I was young, and could have done so much.
I didn't have all of these current limitations then,
but as long as they can never take away
my imagination and my pen -
if, and when, I can actually locate a working pen...
I tell myself that life is
really not so bad.
See this smile? I'm happy with my "lot".
No, of course I do not feel that I've been had.
I am oh-so-pleased for each expectant
mum and dad
I meet - and none of that stuff ever makes me sad.
I don't want the responsibility, anyway - right?
So tell yourself that I'm actually almost glad.
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