Spent the year fairly well,
Had my ups and downs.
New year comes, no more lungs,
Doctors says I'm done.
He tells me that I should probably quit smoking,
Eighty Bucks to hear that professional opinion.
Rectangular pills prescribed
Thank you Alexander Fleming
Now a pharmacist can sign my days off work.
A century ago I'd have died now I'm kicking
New Year, Yellow
Pneumonia Gallows.
Flight number Forty-Four, finally got home.
Changed my room, kept the same view just a different window.
Packed the bag to subdivide my Twenty-Twenty dreams.
It's wonderful how comfortable a lazy life can be.
Welcome Morning, I love what you've worn
I like the simple colours and watching the trees yawn.
Vote a simple Sunday for Seven week days,
Pull up a sandy seat and watch the world resonate.
No need for final wishes on my bucket list
It's pretty low on items and nothing's complete,
Just let it all lull slowly and end when it wants,
No need for thinking, no need for anything at all.
