In which our gracefully aging bard enjoys his sunny leisure world the way those Wolves of Wall Street often do. Because he can.
Ode to Seasoned Citizens
I live in Senior Housing, where the tropic sun does shine.
The palms are swaying gently, and the jasmine smells just fine.
A lifetime spent in toiling for my family now has ceased;
I lie upon the beach enjoying sunshine streaming east.
My meals are ready for me when I go back to the house.
They feature four-star cooking, sometimes tossing in a grouse.
I spend my afternoons out on the golf course with my friends.
At night we all go out to shows in my Mercedes Benz.
The rec room offers pinochle, with chips and dips and spreads.
Yes, for this splendid sunset of my life I do give thanks.
(The funds for all this bliss I got by robbing two small banks.) Click here for reuse options!
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