My seams are coming apart…

My arms have disattached,

That is not to say they are mismatched,

I tried to put them back together with thatch,

At least, other than the difference in my hands, they match…

My feet are also coming apart at the seams,

Or maybe I am just dreaming and it all just seems,

My hair is falling out, my beard is molting,

What the hell is happening to me, my tongue is barely hanging on,

My breath is as bad as ever, quite revolting…

Lost most of my teeth,

My eyeballs are coming out of their sockets,

If it weren’t for my glasses, I’d lose them altogether,

I guess I am going to have to keep them in one of my pockets…

My fingers and toes are popping off one by one,

Not to be outdone, my ears are beginning to become undone,

Without my ears, my glasses have no place to hang,

Then my eyeballs will definitely fall out with an on the floor, bang,

Then I will have to start my own “sturm und drang”…(look it up)

At least my manhood seams to be completely intact,

It’s been all my life so nice and compact,

Not to say I am small, just enough of it is there to attract,

Plenty there is still there for me to commit a major or minor sex act…

        © ed ~ 3/29/05