The Last Straw
is not the one at the soda fountain.
It’s the one from those scientists,
making mole hills into mountains.
Some of those lab rats with nothing to do,
with no real idea, nor even a clue,
have decided that 70 is the age for men,
that time of their lives, the moment when
they enter their grumpy phase,
the one after farts,
but it isn’t the case,
not on my part,
I reached cootage at 60,
A 10-year head start.
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