I am the age of a deck of cards
I am the age of a deck of cards From ace to king four times I feel this age each single day Having now changed my climes. I am the age of weeks in a year I'm not sure if I care I stopped enjoying getting old When life stopped being fair. I am the age of Shakespeare, dead, If you believe the tale Supposed to teach the kids, and yet My mind just draws a pale. I am the age of just past pass, I ought to have some fun Should, yes, but I don't even know What day the bin men come. I am the age of Tellurium But God, my head's not strong Teenagers are all just mad And we don't get along. I am the age of little white keys That play a sharpless tune I never learned that ‘til just now; Wasted all of June. I am the age of a kids’ cartoon I wouldn't understand The jokes are childish, stupid, wrong, And half of them, just bland. I am the age of a Mexican phone Whate’er that m...