When I grow old:

I shall scream at the stars

Rant and rave for all I crave

Dance in showers of pouring rain

Steal chocolate and biscuits for personal gain

I shall eat with my mouth open

And never wash my hands

And choose to be a groupie

And follow failing bands

I shall whisper to the spirits

That stumble in my mind

And wash away the worries

That hinder all mankind

I shall dream of rotted zombies

And pain I cannot ease

And smile at the guts and gore

And nightmares that do tease

I shall let my socks fall down

Every day; to play with fear

And drink until intoxicated

On the eve of each New Year