Lit Fuse

I jerked off to a picture of me last night.
A Polaroid from my eighteenth birthday.

A pound of hair on my hard young head,
A half dozen strands on my chinny chin chin.

The guys at work place twenty dollar bets
As to when I'll outgrow this mid life crisis.

What they don't know is I got a do not remove
Tag on all my vices and this shit's been going down

For more than the two score I've been legal
When I first realized what I wanted to do

When I grow up is not to get grown up
At all so fuck the astronaut, the bus driver,

The cop, Dylan, Evel Knievel, the football player,
God, Hugh Hefner, the Idiot, Jackie Robinson, Kato,

Lon Chaney Jr, Muhammed Ali, the night watchman,
Oscar the grouch, pistol Pete Maravich, Quentin Collins,

Rocky Balboa, Superman, the tradesman, Uncle Floyd,
Van Halen, Walt Frazier, X Men, Young Samson and Ziggy Stardust.

Only dude matters now is Ponce De Leon who I googled
To get an image for a new tattoo and to get a feel

For this Fountain of Youth fantasy but my piece of shit
PC crashed leaving me with the blue screen of death.