Vaccines? They're for the weak-minded, spineless wimps. Mass hysteria fomented by big-pharma. Global pandemic? Clearly, a leftist fairy story like Peter Pan. Besides, longevity runs in my family. Grandpa lived 104 years. I'll admit, I'm a tad needle-squeamish. What's that? What about my loved ones? I have but one. Oh and I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun Just this morning I walked 13 times under a ladder, on broken mirror shards, whilst screaming, At the top of my lung ...
Praise words that In gentle whirlwind your flawless figure encompass cheeks caressing supple lips hungrily press fine, downy tendrils on neck's nape electrifying in ears, warm whispers of true beauty testifying dancing cross ravishing ridge of soft exquisite shoulders exciting-to-firm pink nipples topping rarest of succulent breasts each curve every syllable embraces in blissful sanctuary of you-scented places. each dew laced letter finds rest.
For my mid age I'm not too shabby a few extra pounds proach'n Sumo flabby the big thin begins tomorrow of this I am resolute till then, with sorrow I'll shelve the Speedo swimsuit
Still a man of steel with a pillow-soft feel hey you, Father Time! are you look'n to tussle? 'cause underneath the fat hides serious muscle how's about we engage in a cage match, ten rounds I'll knock you flat KABAM! You'll hit the mat so take that! you cruel chronographer
Dark brown mane speckled gray each melanin depleted strand not simply evincing age but observable symbols, medals of valor awarded for perseverance amid trials, pain, and grief merit marks of intense ecstasy every patch of silvery hair containing wisdom sage advice born of and nurtured by lived experiences
Appalachian Summer Night a front porch congregation drinking moonshine get’n tight on cigar box guitar someone strums banjo lends its lively voice effervescent fiddle joins washtub bass and whiskey jug In tandem mark the beat washboard adds its joyful noise singing songs of a sobering nature of hard times been and coming ever present death, old time religion love’s conquest, evil’s defeat t’was the place of Bluegrass birthing where seed was planted and nurtured