You eliminate any thing that could be fun!
When your wife want's to go somewhere,
You don't care, as long as you do not have to go!
When you have a choice to go two different places,
You choose which one will get you home first!
The weather, you talk about more than twice a day!
You sit in your rocking chair, and can't get it started!
You have no reason why, tired or not the time you picked,
As your bed time, always over rules having fun at night!
The first thing you look far when you go anywhere, the restrooms!
You Doctor is a business, he wants you to come back often, you,
Obey every order, you stop everything in life you did for fun,
Talking about them, becomes a daily conversation your life!
(Mind control) , If you constantly look for everything different,
On the inside - out, you call the doctor, he has more fun,
On your money, like you use too, with no guarantee, you will,
Live longer or a happier life, you do not realize, Duh, They want you to feel bad!
You use to want excitement to come your way, now the only thing, you think about coming every day is the mail!
The police use to tell you to slow down, now your doctors do!
You hear music in an elevator and think, these are some good tunes!
You look into the mirror, and think, when did this all happen!
You may look like an old fart, although you always smell like a new one!
The Original: Tom Maxwell 3/23/23 AD
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