Getting Older Blows

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I’m hot, then cold
My face is old
My ass hangs to my knees

My hair’s turned white
I look a fright
I crackle and I wheeze

I’m fine, then not
I pee a lot
I never seem to sleep

But when I do
I’m telling you
It’s more coma-like, than deep

I scream, I cry
I don’t know why
I’m mental, I suppose

It might sound jacked
But it’s a fact
Getting older blows