2 days before Christmas,
my 40th Christmas.
Another Christmas.
40 years
of misspent energies.
40 years
of love found
and love lost.
40 years
of money earned
and money burnt.
I won't even bother
to count
the different women
I spent Christmas with,
useless memories.
Now, all I want
is to plan my exit,
40 years later.
When I finally check out
of this world.
With a smile,
and a smartass punch line,
and sticking my middle finger up.
Up yours Life,
Up yours World,
Up yours People,
Up yours Mr God.
I came in crying,
I'll go out laughing.
