When I frown,
When I ponder;
When I question my own eyesight,
I do wonder?
Making it past fifty,
Being wild is risky;
But I'm alert, I know truths,
And it didn't come from that whiskey.
When I see blue on the side of road,
I'm told side-effects of the blue pill, just overload;
But the benefit of a stiff mast,
Is a pile of shit with a bonus commode.
Getting an answer should be simple,
Just give me a wink, let's rekindle;
But you are not the friend that I used to know,
And the pair discombobulates into the single.
