When young, we’re told,
we can do anything,
when we’re old,
maybe you want to sing.
Oh no,
how about playing games,
drop that boss with a flashy blow,
stop the zombies hunt for brains.
Oh no,
a thought about change,
action against evil, or so,
treating poor animals with mange.
Oh no,
maybe fashion’s your aim,
making one and all glow,
up, drip down the drain.
Truth be told,
I don’t want to get old,
my life, completely sold,
work consumed, and on we roll.
The same day after day,
no end in sight, nay,
a pension, 401K, savings, what are they?
Being fed lies from birth,
what else can we un-earth,
down to the pub, surf and turf,
time to broaden that girth.
No time for fun and play,
so all I can say,
is good luck,
good riddance,
enjoy your day.