As the years gallop on I think I may be turning somewhat ugly. Actually, switch that to very. This is no time for holding back. And to be honest I smell a bit too. I’m not proud of it brothers, but the truth must out.
The beauty in my life said “Uff” before she slammed the door on our five year relationship and skipped town with a handsome dog. I cry all night pausing only for prayer and beer. Alla jacaylka iyo wadnaha.
No pretty ankle wants to kiss me. The upscale brothels have shut their doors to my gleaming bidaar. The lowscale ones have turned me out. It’s tough being an old timer.
The looks go. The eyes dim. The organ of joy below the waist shrinks. What remains abtiyaal? Brains. But few women seek charmless nerds. The gentle sex want a buff hunk or, failing that, bags of moolah.
I am certain that for all my vast afflictions and sufferings that when, many years from now the heartache drops me and sends my imperishable soul up to the Choir Invisible, I will be rewarded by a just and intelligent God.
Till then my clansmen, what shall I do?
The beauty in my life said “Uff” before she slammed the door on our five year relationship and skipped town with a handsome dog. I cry all night pausing only for prayer and beer. Alla jacaylka iyo wadnaha.
No pretty ankle wants to kiss me. The upscale brothels have shut their doors to my gleaming bidaar. The lowscale ones have turned me out. It’s tough being an old timer.
The looks go. The eyes dim. The organ of joy below the waist shrinks. What remains abtiyaal? Brains. But few women seek charmless nerds. The gentle sex want a buff hunk or, failing that, bags of moolah.
I am certain that for all my vast afflictions and sufferings that when, many years from now the heartache drops me and sends my imperishable soul up to the Choir Invisible, I will be rewarded by a just and intelligent God.
Till then my clansmen, what shall I do?