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!