Eventually, you are going to turn into a doddering old biddy,
And when you do, read this poem.
It’ll remind you of how stupid you were in your youth,
And make you even more depressed than you already are.
First, it’ll make you reminisce about how hot you though you were,
And how hot everyone else thought you were,
But then you’ll remember that you were so goddamn cocky
That you lost the one person who truly cared about you,
And then you’ll realize that it’s not even worth thinking about it,
‘Cause you’re old, and that fucker’s probably dead by now.
