Trying To Age Gracefully

I don’t want to grow up I want to be a kid I don’t want to throw up Like I just did… I puked from the loco-motion Feels like the world’s moving too fast Riding a tidal wave upon the ocean I need to find a groovy potion, I’m hanging on by the ship’s mast I don’t want to slow down ‘til I’m dead Well, I’ll stop just long enough to breathe Then smile like a crazy clown fucking in bed A lucky Cheshire cat getting it on New Years eve But there’s nothing my spouse or I can do About any of it but sing the jailhouse blues We must get older and pay our heavenly dues Since when is getting sick one of God’s fees? Life is like sailing a canoe on the seven seas I’m trying to age gracefully But I tell you, it’s so hard I still want to makeup my face, you see But now the mascara gets marred I’ll settle a nice cup of Chamomile tea I want to wear purple ‘til I’m 105 Drink Slurpies, and act like a silly child I want to be someone special while I’m alive I want my life’s journey to be wild! I don’t think I ever want to grow up I want my flesh to stay young for my lover To blossom, forever fresh as a pink clover And I still hate when I throw up Puking is no fun when you’re hung over © 1/21/02 SMS Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 02:17 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   15 • 12 • 1