Nonagenarin !

(Should be writin about Euro bust up, Or birth control idiocy.)

Gotta get this “Non a genarian crap offa me chest.”

To be called a Nonagenarian. That’s an insult.
(Nazis talked of arian held-en folk.)
Is that why I hate it? But,
Nothing seems to be what it once was.

Woke up early full of vigorosity. I announces.
“Honey, goin out for breakfast. Tired of wheatanbran.”
Yupp, it’s French Toast and coffee.
Man this tastes awful. Don't make em like they use to.

Like my old Packard. Talk about an automobile?
Six of us for a Province-town weekend. At Packard Monday 8 AM.
“Grease monkey.” That’s me. Heah, 1933 pretty dam good.
“They don’t make em like that anymore”

Radios, all push buttons. Give me back my dials.
In the wee wee hours of the morning.
The reassuring clip clop of the milk mans horse.
Milk came in open cans or bottles.
No plastic cardboard recycle crap!

Is my memory better than a micro wave or frankfurters.
Coney Island Nathans Hot Dogs. All the way from the Bronx.
Right Fred? A stick shift. Now your a macho driver.
“Slush box” we called automatics.

In the street overhauled the engine. Nary a micro processor in sight.
Our car has 75 and I can;t do diddle swat. Micro’s made us blue collars dumb.
Whatever happened to Trolley Cars? Loved them in the summertime
Hang on the running boards for free. Buses just more pollution.

Don’t get me started on the Tele. Harold on the roof.
“How is it now Ruth? Turn it clockwise. How is it now Ruth?
What’s on the Tele? And conversation died. What’s on the Tele?

Never saw a school bus. Just ran the half mile.
Saw the death of the icebox for the Refrigerator.
The old box. Chop off a piece of sucking ice.

How about safety razor? Automatic, ice-maker, windshield wiper?
Yeah, I know the Cell Phone changed the world.
People walkin around talkin to themselves. like they were nuts.
That's what I call change.

Why do things seem better back before the IPod?
Yes, this here computer? Like now is driving me nuts.

Where is my old Remington Portable. Pounded out stencils for leaflets.
“All out for Zuccotti Park! Demand a living wage!”
No,no, I mean Union Square for a Socialist Society.
Cause, I wasn’t a Nonagenarian.
Some think that’s a terrorist. Or just another alien.
Not a Nonagenarian back then.