In My Head I’m Still Nineteen Years Old, So Why Am I Stuck in This Old Man’s Body

Help! In my head I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

I can’t stretch, I can’t bend, oh where will it end? I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

My pace I revoke, my reflexes a joke. I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

And my feet they both hurt, my balance desert. I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

And I’d still like to chase women, but eyes they are dimming. I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

And my muscles I tear, what’s happened to my hair? I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

And I shake and I shiver, my wrists all a quiver and who’s that old fuck that I can see in the mirror? I’m still nineteen years old, so why am I stuck in this old man’s body?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Filed under black humor, black humour, Cautionary tale, comic verse, funny poem, humor, humorous verse, humour

2 responses to “In My Head I’m Still Nineteen Years Old, So Why Am I Stuck in This Old Man’s Body

  1. Hilarious, and oh, how I can relate! In fact, I did a brief poem on the same topic a while back: http://wp.me/p3sx1Q-hL . It threatens to become long-form, the way things are going!

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