Bassackwards Poem by Francie Lynch

Bassackwards



Ha!
Just hitched my pants
Above the waistline;
Added a tight notch.
What's to become of me.
Should I consider
Knee-high socks,
With Bermuda shorts
To match
My peppered stubble.
Perhaps man-scaping
And Botox,
A Hitler moustache
And comb-over,
Or live life
Like Benjamin Button.

Thursday, April 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,time
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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