fallen arches, cholesterol, house payments and children
already afflict my contemporaries
sure signs of aging, contrary to all prediction
lordy, some're already balding middle-management execkytives

I haven't got none of 'em yet, but then again
some tell me I'm young for my age
which of course is nothing but a
polite way of calling me immature--
I prefer the phrase "big-boned"

In any case
I think I'd rather suffer
from a little immaturity
and fiscal irresponsibility
than from the deadly withering touch
of the Wednesday TV-dinner