Friday, May 24, 2013

Life, Microwaved (Results May Vary)

I've seen grandmothers reading trashy romance
Reheating desires long cooled by time passed.
I've heard all about old pop stars writing songs,
They no longer play on stage; they just play the string along.
So when an old athlete pounds on his steering wheel,
You might be disgusted; I know how he feels.

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