so it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks

and we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop

and i thought at fifteen that i'd have it down by sixteen

and twenty-four keeps breathing in my face

like a mad whore

and twenty-four keeps pounding at my door

like a friend you don't want to see

oldness comes with a smile

to every love given child

oldness comes to rile

the youth who dream suicide