Ageing Poet feels the pace
It’s no longer sex, drugs and rock and roll
It’s now specs, rugs and anusol
Yes I’m still up at 3 a.m.
But that’s ‘cos my prostate
Is causing mayhem
I no longer snort coke from a dimpled plump arse
I like days out at Weston free with my bus pass
I' an ageing poet feeling the pace
What was titanic has sunk without trace