Old me

day 129

When I am old I want to be an eccentric old fart*

My fashion would be classical to odd abstract art

I'll ignore Jenny Josephs purple obsessions 

And go in the direction of Demon possession. 

I will mutter at youngsters and say in my days

we would murder all children in unpleasant ways

I would push into queues and never say please
And if they said 'Wait' I would do a strip tease
Just pretend to be mad and out for the day
Maybe I slipped my carer and wandered away
If anyone said Dear or sweet little lady
My swears would be worse than that old slim shady

I will listen to metal or Norwegian Thrash
as I wait in the doctors for a cream for some rash
My walking stick will hide a Samurai sword
I'll stab little children when I do feel bored
I will wear T-shirts depicting Marilyn Manson
And then tell people that he is a grandson

The idea of a scooter may get my brain curious
If it looks like a ride from that fast and furious
I want it bright Yellow with go faster stripes
Big giant speakers and Stereo types
I will blast out Power by that Kanye west
As I go to the nurse to get a blood test

Now my drugs would be illegal no need for prescription
As my doctors handwriting would need a decryption
It would come by the ton in a lorry by night
And would give most coppers a bloody good fright
For all they would find was my bloody address
And those illegal tablets to treat IBS

*Oi! You are saying, well Audrey you are. You cheeky sod I am not that old yet