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CHORTLING
Forgive me if I am so bold
as to insist I am not old.
In fact, I'm really glad to say
I'm growing younger every day.
While others age and get decrepit
I soldier on and am intrepid.
The years slide by and comrades pass;
too bad for them, alack, alas.
Is it unseemly that I chortle
about the fact that I'm immortal?
THE FUTURE
While futurists and psychics
all warn of gloomy trends,
of catastrophic forces,
of evil means and ends,
reality is shifting
and few can chart its course,
so make your choices wisely
or you will feel remorse.
Sheer chaos spirals wildly,
the center will not hold—
you cannot steer by compass
as in the days of old.
You need clichés to guide you:
the future lies ahead!
In spite of our shrewd planning,
some day we'll all be dead.
My own guru has foresight
and he has counseled me
to put my trust in madness,
not immortality.
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