Prolonged Life Poem by Keith Dovoric

I wanna live to a hundred-and-three
A minor footnote in history
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-six
They'll bury my bones among the sticks
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-nine
My blood just like fermented wine
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-twelve
Baby I'll never kill myself
Oh no

I wanna live to a hundred-fifteen
Ride in some futuristic limousine
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-twenty
Food for flowers in the Land of Plenty
Oh yeah

I wanna live to one-twenty-five
All you gotta do is survive
Oh yeah