quit the game, bro

<p>'quit the game, bro'</p> <p><br></p> <p>old man</p> <p>you insist on throwing yourself</p> <p>at the twenty somethings</p> <p>as if that thick wad in your pocket</p> <p>will compensate for your grey shriveled balls&nbsp;</p> <p>and those eyes dance</p> <p>like you once did in the day</p> <p>only now you are reduced to</p> <p>misinterpreted conversation</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p> <p>morning dosages of geritol.&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p>