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Back home in the evening
Beans again for tea
The bank calls, it’s Melissa
She wants to call me Lea
Tax forms line the mantle
God knows who conjured these
Post consists of gormless loans
And MBA degrees

News like whistling bullets
Riddles me with holes
Scandal in the Commons
Another useless poll
The world is run by morons
Lies and stupid claims
More ministers than rodents
Playing silly games

War on half the planet
Terror truly reigns
Illness strikes the starving
The Earth’s a crying shame
Never mind, celebs are here!
We all must look divine
Let’s focus on absurdities
And leave the rest behind

TV’s the new narcotic
Hi Def the latest curse
Cars now run on biotech
To fix ‘em call a nurse
DIY, the Devil’s work
Confuses simple man
Computers I can’t understand
Pursue me with their LAN

Holiday’s another joke
No money for the beer
Trips across the Amazon
What’s wrong with Blackpool pier?
Flights delayed, trains on strike,
Pack the punters in
Are we having fun yet?
It really is a sin

Another day is over
A sleepless night ahead
Mistress won’t stop snoring
Cell phones in my head
Dogs outside are howling
Time for me to pray
‘Please send the old grim reaper
CANT’T STAND ANOTHER DAY’

Woke again this morning
Bugger! Still alive
Can I really stand it?
Work from nine to five
Breakfast is a nightmare
Chaos everywhere
Blast! I’ve lost my briefcase
Forgot to comb my hair

Methuselah at 50
Nowhere left to smoke
Insulin and patches
Drinking diet coke
Doctor says I’m portly
So no more Vindaloo
Struggling with the ‘old man’
Viagra turns me blue

20 pairs of glasses
Still can’t read a word
Dig a bit of garden
Legs aching, it’s absurd
Sip a glass of water
Then off to find the john
Remember that it’s Friday
No clue by half past one

Fighting with the in-laws
The wife’s on HRT
Neighbours think they’re Nazis
At work they all hate me
Relatives just bicker
Then tap me for a sub
Friends are always plotting
Like dealing with the mob

Young Cindy’s 6 months pregnant
Father’s in Taipei
Power cut on Monday
Kids blacked out all day
I pay for public schooling
Still English doesn’t count
Drugs in every pocket
But just in small amounts

So off to work in traffic
Queues 16 miles long
The office boss is 20
Doesn’t even know James Bond
Management is US style
They say it’s for the best
‘Sure it is,’ we all cry out
Until the firing fest

I thought about retirement
If I left at 55
Trouble is the pension’s gone
No way can we survive
HR offers counseling
For relics such as me
Ask about my childhood
And where I like to wee

life’s like that...

Getting older sucks big time, even if it’s just reaching fifty! All your worries amassed in one poem, Happiness Somehow Lost