Old Jon

For the old me, life was black and white,

Or at least a bit less twisty,

and I hardly searched for inspiration

Because it rarely missed me.

I had a consistent, long term mission

Just a bit too big for me,

and, in case I gave it up, a consistent

Political philosophy.

If you upset me, I could just go off,

Or be passive-aggressive.

But now, I'm too lazy for all of that,

With far fewer rips to give.

The old me still had the passion of youth.

He wanted to jump your bones.

I think I still remember his number, but I

Can't get him on the phone.