A Baby Boomers lament.
I don’t wanna grow old!
Not gracefully, not disgracefully
I just don’t want to.
I’m in denial.
Like the time my siblings in all their wisdom and experience
Told me that my eight-months-pregnant glorious breasts
Would end up succumbing to gravity, I said “no way, not these puppies!”
And when this guy was leering at my lovely, luscious, lactating breasts
Not looking into my eyes, which is according to my upbringing, extremely rude?
I didn’t mind, I totally understood… They were magnificent!
But sure enough, the baby’s weaned and I’m deflated, in more ways than one.
Turning forty, I had a young lover
Which is great for your ego, but
Challenging for your self esteem
If you have a skerrick of cellulite or are remotely neurotic
And I only am ‘cos of all the media pressure!
Now edging up to hhh…half a century let’s face it …
Peri-menopause is a bleeding bore!
Night sweats make you slippery and hot…
Not that kinda hot!
Suddenly you notice everyone around you is getting old
I’m sure time is speeding up … I catch sight of myself…
And I realize…I’ve aged too… I thought I was doing so well !
Doing asanas, drinking litres of filtered water
Meditating…investing in expensive creams
Repeating their promises like mantras, like Louise Hay Intentions…
90% of the appearance of wrinkles is diminished in the first two weeks!
It’s a miracle!
But more effective I’ve found
If you’re too poor or scared of the knife
You don’t want to inject a highly toxic venom into your face
Is to always lean backwards!
As a former artists model, I’m retired now
Because I refused to do forward poses.
If I lean back my breasts still look pert-ish
I’ll even initiate sex, if I can stay on top
And lean back.
But what to do with tuck shop arms
Oestrogen belly and moving muffin tops?
Jowls and glottal, creping skin
And what do you call this?
“my cup runneth over”
I’m not having it!!
I’ll get a Rickie lee support
I’ll do the red carpet pose at all times
Put my best side forward
I’ll put embrace my character lines
Which, incidentally are not from frowning
But thinking, intelligently
Concentrating with my third eye!
Oh what the hell! Thank God I’m with a man
Who’s older than me and says
“Don’t worry, my eye sight is failing, I can’t see!...
And when you’re old and wrinkly…
I’ll still love you!
I’ll throw down my walking frame
Click in my hips, and take you
Like I would if we were young!”
The End of the world is Nigh so lets all get High and go Shopping!
Oh Monsanto, World Bank and IMF!
You paragons of shame!
You CEO’s of rape and pillage and gain!
You overpaid entertainers, bankers, you inbred elite
All you royalty, cocaine inhaling effete
Your reptilian aristocracy, purveyors of defeat
Neanderthal sportsmen, corrupt politicians
Torturous military, dictators and police…
You 1% that controls the world with lies and stealth
Predators hiding in your citadels of wealth…
The rest of us? … So tame and apathetic
Whilst your feather your nests
We continue to rest
To digress…
With all our… stuff!
Insatiable shopping, consuming fast junk
We’re like Wallee’s fat families
We’re blimps and we’re hogs
Or we’re starving for fashion, as thin as stray dogs
Mutilating, carving ourselves to stay young
Putting shit up our noses, poison in our veins
We’ll find a thousand different ways to die
To dampen the pain, slowly … quickly, no time to think
Just give me another hit of my addiction, my need
I need… I need… I can’t breathe…
I’m stifled, I’m lazy, I’m angry, I’m bored
I’m so f**king sick of this life, I’m edgy, I’m floored
But still I keep working at a job I can’t stand
To put more crap on the table, watch more crap on the box
To keep on the treadmill, I’m trapped, like a fox, in a hole
So I drink myself stupid every weekend
I drink myself stupid again and again.
Then have meaningless sex with a person I can’t see
I’m so blind drunk, but I’ll do it again…
And again and again and again…
Just get so out of it, that I can maintain the fantasy
That this person I am with is like those on TV
But in the morning, just like me…
They’re not perfect, not glossy, not Pepsi, not thin
This makes me feel worthless, so off I go again!
I want sugar and salt, I want chocolate and drugs
I want piercings and sex and another tattoo
I want to use you, screw you, push you aside
There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
I need coffee and speed, upper and downers
I need truffles, fine wine. Colombian coke
More fashion, more diamonds, just can’t get enough!
Can’t get my fill! Can’t, can’t …Can’t sleep
But I’m hardly awake.
Please knock me out with a sleeping pill!
Then wake me with Prime Time, gossip and news
Don’t let me stop for a moment, keep me confused!
Don’t let me question the idiocy of this life
That advocates insanity, cruelty and war
Just let me keep dancing, the truth I’ll ignore
I’ll keeping stuffing my face, talking shit
Drinking and f**king, more technology
I want it all now, I need it all now
But none of it satisfies; can’t get none of that
Can’t get no, Na Na Na, satisfaction
Though I’ve tried and I’ve tried …
None of it makes me happy! Why is that?
I’m tired and I’m thin, I’m depressed and I’m fat
I want to get off but I’m caught in motion
I have to keep moving, keep up with the times
Get more information, be in the know!
Keep up with the Jones’, go with the flow
I want a pad in the city, a spread in the bush
The latest hairstyle, the latest look
I want a chauffeur, a cleaner, a gardener, a cook
I want Gary and George to serve me Chateaubriand
Followed by Crème Brulee
And a load of … Crocken Bouche.
But wait ! There’s more!
Then …
I’ll go travelling, stay in the finest hotels
Waited on by paupers whose own lives are hell!
Though the heir to throne of Great Britain claims
“The slums of Mumbai are the place to see
If you really want to be ecstatically happy!”
Though none of the Windsor’s has moved there yet
To shit in open sewers with giant rats, rabid dogs
So …
I regret to inform you that I will carry on
Buying and selling and getting high
‘Til the tipping point is reached…
Humanity Explodes!
In Another Big Bang
No bomb was needed
We simultaneously imploded
Our decomposing debris
Coating the earth
Like a giant midden
Feeding once more…
The natural world.
The age of Kali Yuga is over.
The earth is restored
Its beauty once ignored or hidden
By the waste of our kind.
Too sleepy, too robotic
To stand up and declare
Enough is enough!
The madness stops here.
