Drinking tepid water that suggests
The flavor of decaffeinated coffee,
I sit and watch an old scratchy VHS
(Expensive antique, I know, but worth it)
Of Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo,
Special K and Ozone and Turbo
Trying to save some clinic or orphanage
Through the art of dance.
And I will stand slowly
(Oh, how these joints creak!)
And walk toward my own bit of taped-down cardboard,
The missus halfheartedly nagging me all the way
That I'm too old to be doing that foolishness
(But the glint in her eyes says otherwise,
Or maybe that's the weed she smokes for her glaucoma).
And I will lay there in numb pain
As I yell offensive curses
That I've broken my plastic hip, yet again.
Author notes
Written December 30th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- What will you be doing when you're 80? by PseudoVoid.
400 points, ended January 7, 2004, 20 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Erga berga. All i can say. Well, that and that this is one highly amusing poem. Good luck.
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LMAO I hope to be dead before I'm 80
either that or getting revenge on the world by being a moaning pensioner lol 
Great job - might have a think about entering this myself (only for fun - you've already kicked my ass and I haven't wrote anything yet lol)
Take Care
Hayley x x x xx -
I have seven words for you...
ROLL
ON
FLOOR
LAUGHING
MY
A$$
OFF
!
Love
Mal 
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Very nice. The glaucome part made me laugh. You seem to be able to describe so little with such imagery. I think that's really cool. I remember how I had a homeword assignment that made us do that once. I had to describe a short walk in 20 lines or something. Anyway...Great write.
~Amanda~
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