Friday, August 28, 2009

Alot of people want to go out sleeping,
or young:
"who wants to grow old?"
or surrounded by family,
holding their dead husband's jacket
to their nose so their last breath is of
him.

I want to grow old,
and i don't want to go sleeping.

All I ever wanted was to
buck the kicket
saving the President and First Dog
from a burning battleship
at the age of one hundred and ten.

Wouldn't that take everything?

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