Retirement Blues

Reflections on a Retirement I'll never see

Someday I'm supposed to retire
But I won't live that long
Go to work and be to tired
To the grave I will belong

Retirement's a game of chance
for my generation
This ain't no place for golden years
Youth domination nation

I can roam the streets with an M16
Sticking up young punks
Gimme your money ya little s**t
Before your head's in chunks

Be bad a*s in a pimped wheelchair
Riding around real tough
Hit on hot b*****s at the home
Girl I'm still man enough

Shooting Viagra in my veins
Snorting vitamins crushed
Blowing all mt pension money
on hookers and some rush

So now you know why I won't live
to see retirement
It doesn't matter anyway
Now go fetch my ointment

Reviews

[Ohhhwillow]

The is so you. A strong, thoughtful head behind a funny front. It really is signature you, and the imagine of a bad a*s grandpa rollin' around the street in a pimped out wheelchair.. That's just golden haha! Time may go faster that we would like, however it can still be on our side. Though I'm not even 18 yet, I can say there's no way in hell I'll be sitting leisurely sewing in a retirement home when I'm elderly! Great job here Baby, just great!

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you willow

[Shivam Murari]

I can feel the angst and the agony Ricochet no doubt. However, I think you didn't revise the poem before uploading it. A few small mistakes have crept in.
Like,
'Go to work and be to tired'
may be "Go to work and be too tired" ?

'Blowing all mt pension money'
may be "my pension money"

These are just a few hastened mistakes,do not alter the gist of the poem, which comes across very well. Thanks for sharing :)

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you Shivam