i’ve got snorts and grunts and wheezes;
i’ve got coughs and hacks and sneezes;
Docs check my skin, my ears, my eyes;
Docs check my back, knees, hips by my thighs;
Everyone tells me what i shouldn’t do:
“Don’t drink or eat what you want, and don’t run, too.”
i’m an old man now and to keep getting old
i have to do things on which i’m not sold;
i must decide what is best for me
Without a clue: just let me be.
But then i fart, and then i chuckle.
…suddenly, i feel young again.