Ugly and Dumb and Not 21

Its getting time, when things, they fall, into their place and start to open a suitcase and start to shimmy round my face

Am I as useful as I was not long ago?

Its getting time to feel the hits of Sister's acid in the Winter, warm as thunder on the river, cold as anything thats near it, Its the second hand that counts to seventeen, I must be ardent and obscene, I must be permanently keen, I must be able to overcome the guilty years inside of me

Am I as wise as I once was with time?

Diluted fisheries and bikes

"Have to's", too many

What a wasted life