tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890416885446831282.post2116209212673943482..comments2024-02-29T21:32:07.974-05:00Comments on Lost in the Cheese Aisle: THE MEDICARE YEARS BEGINElissonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06299361897381169534noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890416885446831282.post-9233152436790661252017-10-04T10:19:07.010-04:002017-10-04T10:19:07.010-04:00Best wishes for the happiest of daysBest wishes for the happiest of daysJoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17269114655802698386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1890416885446831282.post-35689878248636193012017-10-04T08:54:59.264-04:002017-10-04T08:54:59.264-04:00'tis your birthday—now go hyper
as you buckle ...'tis your birthday—now go hyper<br />as you buckle on your diaper<br />life is just a windshield wiper<br />left to run<br /><br />just a yin-yang oscillation<br />Death leans close for osculation<br />all is merely preparation<br />—then 'tis done<br /><br />years roll on, and we get older<br />soon our brains begin to molder<br />and our scrotal set of boulders<br />starts to sag<br /><br />little time to stand and wonder<br />in our cells, entropic thunder<br />ripping telomeres asunder<br />what a drag<br /><br />night has come—no longer morning<br />so we celebrate, a-porning<br />pay no heed to Reaper's warning<br />flip the bird<br /><br />in the end, we know we're ashes<br />just a sac of flesh that thrashes<br />our existence, falling, smashes<br />like a turd<br /><br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY!Kevin Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01328790917314282058noreply@blogger.com