So I've been hanging out with a lot of old people. I've been taking care of my grandfather and when he's not chasing tail that I think is too young for me, he's hanging out with old folks. Sometimes his friends can be real bastards. One will make a snide remark towards me and I'll smile and chuckle. They might say something about me not standing up for myself or being a little slow or something like that but you know what?
Fuck you. You're going to die before me. You could spit and curse and poke fun- I'll still be there to mop you off the floor or remind you about your pills.
Because fuck you.
I will survive all you old fucks. It's my duty to continue on after you're all disgusting and buried, which means you're the least of my problems. If what you're saying doesn't help me do my job, you can eat a dusty cock. That goes for just about everyone. No matter what I do, correct or incorrect, I'm going to fucking do it. I'm going to fucking do it strong.
Because fuck you.
I don't recognize whackness.
Because fuck you.
In a way, I can't wait to be old. I'll be able to respond to things like "Now grandpa, that's not very nice..." with "Do you know what they did to faggots in my day? HMM? DO YA?".
ReplyDeleteBut on the other end of the spectrum, we tend to treat the residents of our prison systems better than our elderly.
Which is why i'm planning on being in prison when i'm 85, because at least that way i'll get three square meals a day. AND how sweet would it be if you grand kids got to tell their friends that you were in prison? I'd be a band-less, story-less, 85 year old rockstar.