Growing Old Never Changes Poem by Amenti Alexander

Hold your glass up,
Hold it in,
Bring the mattress off the floor,
Getting old never change,
Why is it that laying in the snow naked never freezes you?
Cause you had to know that I knew,
That you didn’t want to know.
You had you know that I was fond of you,
Why oh you.
Wait till the need seeps in,
You don’t want to not know anymore
Lick the candy off your finger tips,
Sometimes the bitterest taste is the sweetest intervention.