I have felt old today
the food squeezes my gut
and the words slip away
out of my torn nets
With some ifs and buts
I can still participate
calmly and comfortably
riding in a sidecar
without philosofolly
or showing the way
only a joke if it works
Inside, I am collapsing
I often go for a pee
but nothing comes out
of my head and my hands
I have a chat with the neighbours
For me, no thick enjoyment
between golden bars
or sitting between
fate-fellows, waiting
for attention and the future
of acquaintances and family
I'm just tired, so
you shouldn't want anything from me
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