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-battle of the fogies-
time wears away at fragile youth,
pulling you
on a roller coaster ride to death.
soft, bland food
slides through a gummy mouth,
working its way down ancient pipes.
bingo cards blur beneath vanishing sight.
smoke permeates the air with a choking whisper.
cancer licks at aging lungs.
the television buzzes loudly,
noise inaudible to deaf ears.
bodies void of life
rock comatose before the evening news.
a single shriek tears through the stale air
as you fall upon a broken hip,
ending the battle of the fogies.
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Comments
Lilanth Says:
Slipped Poison Says:
Because growing old sucks.