Something that I’ve noticed after turning fifty
I’m really getting closer to the good ole dirt
Its heady smell becomes more compelling each day
Yes, the ground calls me to my final resting place
Other people’s problems seem, so unimportant
My only concern is my dear sweet love and me
My generation had only one firm retort
Party till daddy takes the ole T-bird away
We were much too self-interested to have kids
Trying to raise ourselves was a bigger challenge
Feel a bit sorry for the next generation
But, I grew up in the world of me, me, and me
They’ll have to wipe my old red orangutan ass
Because, I didn’t really put anything away
Under this pampered, botoxed, nipped and tucked facade
I’m just an ole blood sucking, self-centered vampire
For the next twenty odd years they’ll be feeding me
And be welcomed to the world of me, me, and me
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
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Haven't been around for a while, so I was kind of disappointed there's not more poems from your pen as of late. I like how this write points out how selfish we all can be and the cultural references interwoven here. Oh, and that picture cracks me up. (That dude's gotta hold 'em up lest "the girls" fall to the floor!)
P.S. - not sure what the reference is to your added comment below, but it spoke to me in terms of something I'm dealing with right now...about how we CAN move forward and defy the pain. Thanks for the hidden blessing there.
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LOL.. I dunno.. I think the young generation of today are more me me me than any other!
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Excellent
A very fine write, indeed. You've expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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Very amusing! Had a good chuckle at all the clever snippets. Excellent portrait of the gluttony (craving [maybe graving
] ) of me, me, me - no wonder you're fed up!
I can sort of relate - especially with "screw up the upcoming new generation" - me, me, me knows best!
Good rhythm and flow and a fun read.
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Oh no, NOT THE SIXTIES!
I wish I could say I'm one of those young ones, but really I can't as I've just turned 50. And boy I'm feeling it too, my mind wants to jump puddles and fuck every bimbo worthy of my time, the body but, just can't keep up. Thanks for reminding me of the dreaded sixties, lol. Really this poem is good, and I reckon we all like to pretend we're young inside. Than again, some of us don't need to pretend, as like you say, "I'm still an old fucking kid". Well done.
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