by Danny Tomlinson, Hamilton
They’ll turn this country upside down,
Though their average age is 67.
One way or another they figure,
They’ll soon be in heaven.
Fear the Geriatric Revolution!
Their minds get confused now,
As conspiracy theories loom bigger.
It may only be dementia,
But they can still pull a trigger.
Fear the Geriatric Revolution!
“Onward!,” their leader commands,
And they march as fast as tricky tickers permit.
“Oh, General! That’s my last heart pill;
Revolution won’t affect Medicare, will it?”
Fear the Geriatric Revolution!
The machine gun opens fire,
And they all dive in the ditch.
The machine gun misses,
But the diving causes five broken hips.
Fear the Geriatric Revolution!
“Maybe we can outlast them,” the rest of us say,
“They can’t live forever.”
But whether they get to heaven on this tack,
Now that’s a different matter.
Fear the Geriatric Revolution!
Erin says
BRAVO!