My Warning by RMc

When I am an old pensioner I shall wear a G star top with Nike cottons which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on alcohol and mini motorbikes
And the shows when they come. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And smash windows and steal motorbikes and steal from Tesco. And keep a mini base ball bat in my bag encase I am mugged
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out and strip in the rain
And pee in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shoes and grow more fat
And eat junk food or Chinese at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard homeless people in ma house and party till I am purple and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear lacoste tracksuits .