Poem #2,570 | Shall we admit now

Shall we admit now that
this doesn’t work & shall
we retire from being? All
my cerebrations need to
be rewired for new regs –
new rules apply – I’ll tire
quickly under cumbrous
edicts off bureaucrats [a
man who lives by others
ruling will likely to retire
irate] – Boomer status’ll
wear away for us aulden
men – those younger will
also rot badly – we’ll see
them again on dark tidal
heights – It doesn’t work
in life – call me after this
ends where Hades hides
& I’ll regurgitate my own