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THINGS FALL APART

Things fall apart, lower back cannot hold Patio over the playground, pot’s too bold Spine’s pinching, body shrinking, feel bloody depressed What’s worst, i’m growing breasts My backside has fallen, bladder cannot hold Barbers trim my ear-hair, i’m baby-bottom bald Admit to the odd dribbles . . . er incontinence And a bit of arthuritis in the joints Look, the old ticker’s a bit dicey Not much petrol . . . endowment panel snapped in Phallopasty to fatten up’d be a fallacy My prostate? Prostration waiting to happen But my pins’ve clocked up a hundred thousand k’s Eight laps of the planet – on dicky knees Michael Small 2004 published The Mozzie, vol.12, issue 6, July 2004

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67 THINGS FALL APART  

Things fall apart, lower back cannot hold Patio over the playground, pot’s too bold Spine’s pinching, body shrinking, feel bloody depressed...