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Gotta Play the Game

Poetry By: Odin Roark
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Okay, so I'm in a rant mood. (Whatta you s'posed to do with Santana wailin') There’re two kinds of Father’s Day: the one that tries to celebrate, well, Fatherdom. Then there’s the other: please no more phone calls and emails. You really haven’t got a clue who I am. (This goes for so many Mothers too, on their day)


Submitted:Jun 16, 2013    Reads: 0    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Gotta Play the Game
by Odin Roark

Okay
There's this big choice
Pack it in
Or play the game

So it goes with
That societal barometer
Called Retirement

Some of us
Know nothing of such nonsense
Others
Well
Their club dues
And tee time fees
Speak another language

Now the game
Has many rules
Make up your own
If you wish
It's all about beating
That dumb death trap
Called Retirement

So

For those of age-be-damned mindset
Put it out there
Youth is more than a state of mind
It's craziness never subdued

Give the creaky joints
Some Glucosamine and Chonodroitin
Slap on the skin goo for liver spots
Fuck'm if they don't like suspenders
Or mumus
Eat your veggies though
Fox News even supports that
Avoid sobriety
And trip into wherever you need to be

'cause

No one knows
Where you need to be
Better than your stubborn self
Which is an earned right of passage
The other way

With a shot of Jack in your paw
You're that person that's always wanted
Adventure
Freedom
Your own experience
And just a little bit of
Wisdom for a chaser

C'mon kids of "Age Be Damned"
Time to parrrrrtttteeeee!





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