Getting Old
Getting old is no good.
You get the jowls and your bones creak
and you have to wipe your ass for 10 minutes
and then again a half hour later.
Just wait, it gets worse, says my old mother.
Dad’s got two new hips.
Even grandma is still alive
if you can believe it.
She’s 96.
They all live thousands of miles
from this small Mexican town
where I count change for a pack of smokes
and walk to the corner store
with my 33 pesos.
Chucho follows me jumping and acting a fool.
He loves to go to the store
though I never buy him anything.
He sniffs the garbage everywhere,
chases a cat or two,
old Chucho now 5 years old but still
a pup at heart.
Except some days he seems tired
and wants to crawl onto my lap and sleep.
He must have some arthritis from when he got run
over by a car a couple years ago.
Getting old is no good, Chucho.
He looks at me and tilts his head
and cocks his ear.
I complain to him about not getting laid anymore
because the old lady’s got a sickness
and says it hurts
but poor Chucho’s probably been laid at best
3 times in his whole life
and he doesn’t even have porn to look at
like I do
when the old lady goes to the drugstore.
Horror Sleaze Trash 