'on' or 'or', in third line, Ken? Too obscure for me anyway. Tim Conway in Melbourne was the kazoo-playing lead singer of a jugband. Otherwise love the cranky curmudgeonspeak. Had to look up 'venery'. Came up with Venery Lodge Kennels. Take it there reside some saucy bitches in there.
Bill
> On 17 Sep 2014, at 11:39 pm, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> AGAINST REMEMBERING
>
> I suppose gratitude is still in order.
> I have become an old fart. My feet hurt.
> I walk like Tim Conway on Carol Burnett.
> I figured I'd be dead by 50.
> Smoking, drinking, and I hear that venery
> wears you out with every orgasm.
> I've beaten the game so far. Seventy now.
> So one day I won't. Le jeu sera fini.
> I only hope I'm alive to enjoy it.
> That's me raging against the dying of the light.
>
> I'm Grizzabella, I mewl like a motherfucker
> and my memories often suck.
> I remember the first girl I ever really loved.
> Loved is a euphemism for Fucked.
> Was it worth it? Maybe.
> Maybe I should have stayed a virgin.
> But then, Me to the end, I'd hate it anyway,
> what I thought I missed.
> I'd miss it all even more,
> where I stand always makes me hurt.
>
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