poetic in despair

it is indeed a drag getting old
watching your face getting torn
wrinkles and freckles
spots and moles

they stand your way to total beautiness
in spite
maturity and wisdom

trade them at once
for the devil awaits
his hands in blood
his being at stake

the boys and the girls your monery are after
you don t really care

money and youth
go together
you ve lost by far the latter
so just donate the upper

your life a crashing bore
your job o constant horre
your mother a dictator
every day another chore

plainly fall into the water
cold as coffin
brown as coffee

hapiness is gone
and loneliness belongs
to everyone but you
so get crazy and young
all of it is fake
and all of the "you" is dead.