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Three score fucking years are done

so just ten more to go.

The bus pass in my wallet

gets me on the road.


I now get free prescriptions

though there is no need at all,

and my yearly eye test

can be done at home as well.


I get discounts at the theatre,

the zoo and everywhere.

I'm a senior to be presumed

to have no cash to spare.


There is no discount offered

at the brothel or the pub.

Where are the cheaper fags

and free entry to the clubs?


There is not a doorman anywhere

who's senior aware.

Just ask for a free whisky

and you're outside on your arse.


Three score fucking years are done

so just ten more to go.

Being patronised by government,

rejected by the young.


Three score fucking years are done

so just ten more to go.

Having free what I could buy,

being thought my worth is done.

◄ Deprivation

Pleasured To The Max ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (5151)

Tue 15th Jul 2008 18:46

Ha! This is funny, but if you lost that whole government gotta-tie-up-this-poem angle at the end it'd be even better. Go with the comedy. I enjoyed it :)

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