Why Pay Heed To Me A Cynical Aging Bloke Poem by Francis Duggan

Many nutritionist writers tell us we are what we eat
What does this say of me one who likes meat
Though i feel i do not behave like a pig, cow or sheep
My wife does tell me i do bleat as i sleep

A bit of a redneck is all i can be
But having said this there are many like me
I never give credit to those of degrees
Though such things do not grow on the bushes and trees

Doctors prescribe medication and pills to keep many people alive
Such things that strip aging males of their sexual drive
And though the wealthy to live longer billions in money do spend
For them it comes to no avail in the end

Since to emulate them i feel no wish or desire
I do not like the most of the people that the masses admire
As it does seem to me their egos are overblown
But then as is often said each to their own

But why pay heed to me a cynical aging bloke
Who lacks in spirituality and is often financially broke
Just try to live as happy and do your own thing
And leave it to others your praises to sing.