The Five-Oh
Big birthdays mean just zip,
Unless, of course, they’re yours.
Sharing “insights” isn’t hip,
Suitable just for bores.
Mine’s here and it’s not good,
No job, no wife, no car.
It takes hours to get wood,
And I can’t see near nor far.
“Come celebrate!” friends moan,
The few left with whom I rap.
I just unplugged the phone;
This ain’t no winner's lap.
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