Numbers

Choking on a ‘hundred Goin ninety Down eighty Count the raindrops Lose track at seventy Thinkin about the sixties These days Dad’s turnin fifty I’m puking up a forty Women worried about turnin thirty I can barely manage twenty Seconds Without worrying about the sum total Of my existence Running out of road Running into time Spend my last ten bucks On a dime Try to quiet my mind Drowning in the rain. This sentence was made to rhyme I wasn’t.