Sammi’s Weekender (153): Obsolete

Punk

A pinhead punk
called me a dinosaur.
An obsolete relic!
I said, talk to your mother.
Why? Said he.
‘cuz I’m yer father, Punk.

Age is gain and loss but look both ways at kindness.
Mind the treachery of old gaps.

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