All these laughter and worry lines are facial crazy paving.
Should've kept my face straight, been complexion saving.
I’ve realised nervousness makes me compulsively yawn.
I am sure that was not the case on the day I was born.
I guard against being stabbed in the back as I get older.
My neck aches continually from looking over my shoulder.
I wear my hacking smokers cough, like a badge of honour.
I remember deep breath mornings, before I was a goner.
I used to intently listen to plans and management thesis.
Now I would rather bury my head in a large pile of faeces.
I laughed at childish humour, now I think you’re goading.
I used think “I am developing” now I know “I am eroding”.