I’m vaccinated, come and play if you dare
I’m seventy five, immune and haven’t got a care
For a month I’m superhuman before you catch up
It’s grey rave time, reverse reality, I am the pup.
I’ve baby boomed and ripped up the sixties
I created party and built up decades of riches
And you thought I’d gone into the silent past
Gifted a window, I’m back, I’m gonna kick arse.
The venues you can’t make are now going cheap
The access is easy, a full wheelchair sweep
The Who at 96db, I’m deaf it won’t hurt me
Come join me in a month, be what we can be.
Makes me think that ...
As vaccinated numbers rise rapidly amongst the over 70's in the UK Loot envisages what this baby boomer generation might do next.
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