I'm no longer a "pup."
My blood sugar's up.
My knees don't work.
I've lost my ol' perk.
I use a C-PAP.
Utterly CRAP!
Overwhelmed with pains,
Dragging balls and chains.
All whined out and blustered,
I can't "cut the mustard."
Misspent youth—now afar,
But I can still lick the jar!
10/30/23
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