Here I come, I’m a weak old man
I can barely push my shopping cart I’m so weak
My shopping cart has all the things I own in it
A sleeping bag, some bananas, a dead ferret
I’m so weak my heart could stop beating any second
I don’t have any children so no one will care if I die
I don’t know how to use technology
But I am happy because I know how to watch the sky
And look at the withered skeletons of the clouds
Seeing in them a reflection of my own weakness
I know how to listen to the language of the birds
I can hear them cursing
They have dirty, dirty minds
