Folks were talking, as they always do,
Nothing serious, just some mindless chitchat.
Elvira, they said should be displayed in a museum,
Man, I’d curate the Hell out of that!
Simplifying my life gets confusing for my friends,
Wondering if I will go, or if I will stay.
Believing I intend to commit suicide, because
I am giving all my cherished stuff away…
In class, cells seem such simple things,
Yet in the brain, they might cause psychosis.
All I know, is that if I was a cell,
I couldn’t wait for apoptosis.
Looked in the mirror this morning,
Much less hair and many more wrinkles.
Enough to drive a man into the darkness.
Not me though, I have ice cream, with sprinkles!
Seems I’m getting older and
My life creeps toward its end.
My work was very successful,
But I wish I had a friend.
I’ve tried to be a decent person,
Working hard to show how much I care.
Yet here I stand, all naked and alone,
Guess I ain’t going nowhere.