My hearing’s good.
My listening isn’t as good as it used to be,
but my hearing’s good.
The doctor says I’ll live,
but I have to jump up and down more,
and stop sugaring my coffee,
so my numbers turn out good.
Otherwise, someday I’m gonna’ die.
Woe-ah! That’s heavy news.
We just don’t want it to happen
because of the way I live.
That’ll be a trick to pull off.
I’m going to have to have
a brown sugar cappuccino
with a cheeseburger and french fries
to think about that one.
14 September 2016