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THE WRONG SIDE OF 45
Contributed by
chrisdavid
on
Saturday, 13th March 2010 @ 01:34:41 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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You've torn up the rulebook You don't care how you look Because everyday is the same for you You're in your bed all day Boy, how you've lost your way There is nothing you will do
You seem to no longer care With that grey beard and long hair And still you moan So is there any wonder that you live on your own?
It's near the midnight hour Why don't you get a shower? And clean yourself up for tomorrow Beer cans on the floor Big hole in your front door But I can feel no sorrow
No money to pay all your bills Baked beans are your meals You've got no phone So is there any wonder that you live on your own?
You say you're too old now To try and start again somehow You'll be remembered as a lout That no-one cared about It's a shame for you
You're letting life pass you by And still you ask ' Why?' I don't know how long you will survive Because you're the wrong side of 45
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2010-03-13 01:34:41] (Date/Time posted on
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