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Drink heaps, of Johnnie Blue
Empty tables found, in every room
This old man looks back and laments
Another day’s podcast, useless energy spent
Bank account drained, what have I done?
This owner cries for customers and has none
Golf game is shot, and I can’t score
Even my numerology doesn’t help anymore
Bald headed man who ruled the Post
Now have more phobias than most
Wrinkles galore, an orange tan
Could I be such a man?
Or am I an illusion?