We Don't Need A Better Mousetrap

We Don't Need A Better Mousetrap

(PM LVI)

Someone should come up with

a drug that makes you feel

as though you were twenty years

old again.

Not physically, but just to have that

feeling of omnipotence,

that you had the world by

the balls,

nobody would fuck with you

and you could pretty much get

away with anything.

You don't worry about speed

limits or wearing seat belts,

you don't worry about heart attacks

or whether your insurance

is going to go sky-high.

Once the pressure sets in

and you start to feel

it,

that's when you begin to age

and unlike a fine wine,

you age poorly.

Death is frighteningly foreshadowed

by the first grey hair

or the discovery of a wrinkle

on your forehead

when you smile in the mirror.

Later you notice that it takes

you longer to stand up and take

a piss than it does to sit down.

You get sweaty from eating

and you can't stay up

drinking for three days straight

like you used to.

Your hearing becomes impaired,

knees crack when you get up,

and it takes a little bit longer

to scrape yourself off the floor

when you pass out on the hard-wood

floor, some broad has stolen

your car,

and you start your day at work

by adding a little

Bailey's to your coffee, and

by noon you're

into the Ballantine's.

Life is fucked up!

MCC