• There’s quite an art to falling apart as the years go by,
  • And life doesn’t begin at 40. That’s a big fat lie.
  • My hair’s getting thinner, my body is not;

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  • The few teeth I have are beginning to rot.
  • I smell of Vick’s-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel #5;
  • My new pacemaker’s all that keeps me alive.
  • When asked of my past, every detail I’ll know,
  • But what was I doing 10 minutes ago?
  • Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
  • I’m off to read the obit, like I do every day;
  • If my name’s not there, I’ll once again start
  • Perfecting the art of falling apart! [/restrict]