I always wanted to distance myself from old people
(now I am one, an old geezer, not a people pleaser)
I now pray in a steeple.
and, I am not out to make any old friends
all they do is
give me their philosophy of life
complain about the world
(kind of like what I am doing here…)
and moan about all their aches and pains
no regrets, they never make amends.
things were better
way back then
(better in the sixties, even better still in the fifties. before that time, I have
no clue. wasn’t born, yet.)
I observed scum bag lawyers of the time were making more and more frivolous laws
infringing upon our freedoms
(that actually does not protect honest hard-working citizens, but add even more restrictions upon ‘us’ making ‘our’ lives that much harder. it’s the criminals who don’t abide by laws. no law stops them from their thievery and killing. they buy their guns illegally or steal them.)
making things worse.
(I am sitting in a warm breeze with a cup of Japanese green tea. no sugar)
the fifties were even better times.
you could do more, it was a lot more free than now.
you could buy a candy bar for less than a dime.
there was innocence, patriotism and prayer within the winds of change that were
soon to come that would smack us down like a tidal wave of crippling laws and statutes.
now, you have to watch what you say.
forget wearing a red hat today
unless you don’t mind getting your head knocked clean off
(And, I thought liberals preached non-violence? very hypocritical would you not say?)
I remember old people were never fun to be around.
they had their minds made up,
feet on the ground.
I still have a sliver of hope for mankind
(but, not for lawyers, they are slime, for they can burn in hell with all their law breakers. I never could figure out how someone could live with themselves
defending a known murderer getting him off the hook. You let them out of prison and right away they do what put them there in the first place…)
But, I understand now why old people are they way they are, I mean
why they’d made up their mind.
they learned how the world works.
I became one of them.
I am the way I want to be
(well, not exactly. At least, I wish I were thirty again. then, it would make
perfect sense to go out and earn my PhD and then people would buy more of my books…)
I too have made up my mind, leaving all my failed life
Yes, in my own way I think I’ll just go on with my life and simply be me.
I will continue thinking for myself.
it never worked out listening to others.
I think I will be OK.