Somewhere I'm a man in fitted joggers, somewhere else the elastic has given out.
Madonna's into raves, somehow she missed the first boat, I'm 38 still playing with Ralph Lauren, wondering when and which polo will lose its sleeve. I'm 38 posting selfies and wondering what all my friends, on drugs could be saying about me.
Al's asking how to be more radical, I'm wondering if I can source cheap pet drugs on the dark web.
I'm suddenly having to think about these things - and as far as I didn't want to scrape the marrow out of the bone so far I'm going to do it as I want to,
who needs acid to wonder how far one can go before one can wonder that one can only venture so far before-
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