RETROSPECTIVE

From youth to age, some blokes are ... blokes.

Smug-faced b*****d of a boy

in his self-indulgent smart-arsed years

said he wished that he was dead,

not because he did but because

he wanted to see his mother's tears.

 

Smug-faced old fart of a bloke

with his equally self-indulgent cough

looks at the calendar and its dates

and knows that soon enough he'll be gone,

with no mother left to weep him off.

 

B******s come and b******s go

and b******s even die,

boys with their smug and crazy faces

learn to tell a lie

and old farts on their wooden pyres

try to extinguish proper fires

and forget they cannot cry....