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He spoke,
butchering the word.
How ridiculous,
how absurd.

When your eggs are cold
and your toast is limp,
it might be time,
for a breakfast skimp.

What has happend to,
this old body of mine?
I feel my fitness has waned,
no exercise, too much wine.

If i say I Love You,
and don't want to wait,
would you acknowledge,
or continue to pontificate?

Idiocy, at its finest,
a partial eclipse of the Sun,
perhaps what was unique,
when life's no longer fun.

I have found,
this to be true,
Don't argue with those,
who haven't a clue.

Bizarre Bazook,
Twas his name.
He rose through prominence,
by using another game.

Nice guess, but his
first name is not Bizarre,
it's actually Francis.
Yep, Francis Bizarre Bazook.

He was renowned for his
sleight of hand technique.
No magician was he.
His composure was twisted,

between the sources
of new found events,
to show his talents of
double talk trickery.

Do I confuse you,
with what I write?
If it is so, you best,
hang on tight.

I'll write about,
things, no longer there,
like skin with no wrinkles,
and no more white hair.

Youth is a fleeting tract,
get back on the bus.
There may not be room
for both of us.

I sit and wait,
with osmolality.
Is it wrong to
have a personality?

Being old
and a fool,
may have its
advantages.

You can speak,
for no matter what you say,
they laugh, shaking their head
and walk away.

He is a legend,
in his own mind.
A real standout,
surely, one of kind.

He talks about him,
even on how or more.
Listen carefully,
just don't keep score.

A long time ago,
in a place far away,
I traveled there
to relax and play.

A wonderous location,
the climate was right.
Entertainment outstanding,
both day and night.

I was relaxing,
no longer in gloom,
when a vision, of loveliness
entered the room.

She was beautiful,
it was plain to see.
I sensed an attraction,
perhaps it was me.

I stopped to talk,
an introduction for me,
she replied, "Move on,
I have no interest in thee."