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I don't normally write poetry, so go easy on me!
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No more "I"

Fat pasty foot, elevated,

keeps swelling down.

Nasty business, gout.

Hardly recognize myself.

Morbidly curious, can’t help but stare.

Aging overnight

comes free with every case of AIDS.

Nice-phone-voice-lady says,

gotta buy my own pills,

but it’s okay ‘cause she’s real sorry.

Ha! Waited two years for insurance,

and now they’re tired of me,

after one month.

Thought everyone deserved care,

but then, answers come easy to me.

My old friend called me “impetuous,”

jumping ahead of his lecture.

How else to feel, but wise?

Never been this old before.

I don't have experience writing reviews but just wanted to tell you I understood and enjoyed your poem!

AND YOU ARE NOT OLD!!!
(This is coming from someone somewhat older than you young man!!!)

Enjoyed the piece, bro. Sorry to hear about the gout. You're one up on me there.

For what it's worth, you're nowhere near as "impetuous" as this boy.

That, I feel sure we can agree on.


Ox

Oh, I'm vastly better, now, but thanks for the comments!

And yeah, I'd have to say we're both waaaay up there, when it comes to being impetuous! hehe

And for what it's worth, that "sadonecrobestiality" quote of yours is cute as heck. I don't know where you come up with that stuff, but it's good to have you back! - Troy