you may think I’m Loony Tunes
but at times it seems
the Taz of cartoon fame
spun slower as a tornado
than my day of birth
spins around at cyclical speed
again and again ~ each year
I was born on
September 23rd, 1957
at around 11:33 AM,
they say ~
ironically
my two twin grand baby boys
were born at 11:32 and 11:34 AM
ain’t that a cool sequence of events
I was born on the 23rd
and they on the 24th
like their mommy,
my youngest daughter
ok ~
I’ll stop with the Carl Jung
synchronicity type stuff
but hey,
it’s my freakin’ birthday
and I’ll do what I want too
well,
within the limits
placed upon my aging body
of which reminds me
each and every morning
unkindly as it is
by way of my aching,
arthritic joints
you ain’t all that
anymore
bubba ~
maybe not,
and yet,
I spit in the face of death
once again,
over the last year
so during the next year
angel of death
don’t be sitting around waiting on me
‘cause I’ll be livin’ life to the fullest
each day I’m able
doing my thing while I can
~ buzz the fuck off
as my generation would say
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~