In Those Moments Before I'm Infirm

Youth go on singing choral arrangement even though the audience is sleeping
They are snug in their beds and dreaming of taxes and when they'll have to shower soon
Taking time to contemplate the opening theme song to long ago show
Dipping a toe in the bath but never sitting inside
They prefer the presence of feet beneath them
Where they can keep an eye on their statuesque poses
Timidly tripping themselves into deeper slumbers
Whilst listening to the youth drone on about forever
Presently the whistle blows and lunch time menus are open
Waitresses gather around to listen to digression
To humor the non-stand up comedian, sitting down to empty plates
Practicing their charm on a charmless twat wearing aprons
Deciphering cryptic ramblings that are hidden with ordering
Timing it just right and praying that they heard it all correctly
For fear of being lashed out at for being moronic
As they pour a long island ice tea
The waitress is thinking of me.
Who sits in front of a computer screen
With fingers attacking lettered keys
Dreaming of kissing the love of his life
Believing himself a solo artist
Cracking the whip upon his heels
But its a padded thing that delivers no motivation
As he finds distractions to counter act his ambitions
Feeling helpless as motivated time is stolen
For friends and acqauintences who want to cut off a piece of his life
Torn between too many plates that the bastard eats out of during lunch time
While listening to dinner theater in the shape of a choral group
Composed mostly of stoners.