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.
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