Ode To My Dead Friend.. Warning! (Adult Content)


My forehead it’s moving to the back of my skull!

I no longer fit in a size 44 overall!

Mr. Wiggley, he use to brag and shout!

Now he’s got turtle syndrome, and never comes out!

I eat less, and less, every single day!

Somehow the pounds keep packing away!

They said I’d go blind from doing that!

Well I can hardly see beyond my cap!

I have less money, and teeth, everyday!

My aches and pains never go away!

My skin looks more like dry prunes!

My voice can’t hardly carry a tune!

But my friend, one thing is still great!

I’m still kicking, even though, you ain’t!!

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This old man is a survivor!