As I near 70
I get letters, cards, little gifts
From strange people
Congratulations, they tell
Me
Congratulations
I know what they mean:
The way I have lived
I should have been dead in half
That time
I have piled myself with a mass of
Grand abuse, been
Careless toward myself
Almost to the point of
Madness
I am still here
Leaning toward this machine
In this smoke-filled room
This large blue trashcan to my
Left
Full of empty
Containers
The doctors have no answers
And the gods are
Silent
I get letters, cards, little gifts
From strange people
Congratulations, they tell
Me
Congratulations
I know what they mean:
The way I have lived
I should have been dead in half
That time
I have piled myself with a mass of
Grand abuse, been
Careless toward myself
Almost to the point of
Madness
I am still here
Leaning toward this machine
In this smoke-filled room
This large blue trashcan to my
Left
Full of empty
Containers
The doctors have no answers
And the gods are
Silent
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