Old Guy

A casual meat grinder
who became too ancient
for young pussy
 
There’s no afterlife
when you’ve had too many drinks
from the well of despair
 
Restricted to the shadows
gut full of beer and
boiled hotdogs
A cock which never crows
 
Just a fucking old guy
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