EXPECTANCY

life expectancy for most any poem

lies between zero

and the long side of infinity;

with a stopover at walmart

to seek out directions.

have had a poem last

a month of Sundays

with a stop over at shopko

to use the bathroom

and flush away the blues.

in a life where flamboyancy 

leads the pack in an all out

brawl for supremacy,

hens outnumber roosters

twenty to one, no taking

into account death by

suicide among roosters

failing to fulfill needs of

those erotic hens in heat.

same conditions apply

for great many men.

reminiscing back

to another lifetime

so very long ago with

loads of get up and go.

get up and get it done.

all that young energy

now, just a memory

of years so very long ago;

have all got up and went.

and now immunoassay 
for those that know it all,
but never let show.

think of a pendulum
swinging to and fro
back and forth
slicing of heads.

no, there is no ointment. 
no meds  at all for this
grievous condition. 
just suck it up.

what happens will never un-happen. 
time will not stop for mistakes.
simple logic is relative towards all logic.

am sorry I was absent,
but was bush being impeached.
no, wait.....embellished,
was being embellished.
no, no, breached, was
being breached. yeah, that's it.