Not of the computer I speak,

No memory upgrades do I need,

Only those in my brain,

My memory too short, it’s gone to seed…

Gonna tattoo my name on my butt,

Then when I die no reason will there be,

To dig for my identity, on my butt, they’ll see…

Wish I could remember so much,

Very little from my childhood do I recall,

What memories I seem to have are fragmented,

Bits and pieces, flotsam & jetsam, little solid,

For all those mind blowing drugs I feel somewhat lamented…

© ed <> 10/11/08