Mid life crisis poem.
A reflection.
Tis time of my age,
where I hold a Tuusba like a sage,
My Life gone away; left only my rage,
A reflection of myself in a cage,
Approaching my Odeey days & last page,
Oh what tis' gloomy day- Soon, gone too soon.
My Tomb shall say- once Sir Luggooyo the resident Kismayo groom,
Now-- nothing but a Viagra asking a reflection, & hypothesis that soon shall end in --- deaths Doom.
