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.
|