Feelin 17 Again

Feel 17 again
 
In my basement are
Some plastic weights
 
Wrapped in vinyl
Faking King Kong  
Push it up just enough  
 
Get an electric sunburst  
And an Amp to spare
 
Impatient youth
Looks at the axe  
With respect  
 
Doesn’t bother to  
Put in the time
 
Friend says how about a trade
Your sunburst for my ganja
 
Not a thought rattling round
Says you have a deal
 
Give up my dreams at 17
For Bob Marley  
 
Turn back the clock  
Let time stand still
 
Smack myself in face
What were you thinking  
 
Imagine a 59 yr old poet
17 gave up the sunburst  
 
Lost my way to marijuana  
And not Tijuana
 
59 is the new 17
Going to mine this shit
Until judgment day