I woke up.
My daughter wants a tattoo. Something that reads
Chicks are tuff,
Strawberries are cute, or
Fuck you.
It’s time to make a decision.
Okay, I woke up. Now what?
Sitting in this wheelchair at the top of the stairs
I heard they closed the corner tavern.
Troubles a stirring.
There’s no taking care of business
My designs were washed away
As the Etch A Sketch® was sold
During last week’s garage sale.
We were able to buy grandma's medication
But boy how I miss that toy.
Kids these days!
They grow up.
They take over and
Design the newer prosthetics
We all become so dependent on.
I remember when I only needed
A crutch.
Now it’s hovercrafts and tattoos.
But it’s nice when they ask
Can I say fuck you?
