The Age of Impotence

Everybody’s made to break down
We’re saddled with an expiration date
Me, I’m a rotten egg
Stinkin’ up the joint
With this sulfurous, ageist angst
I’ll wear out a welcome like a bad cliche

Never really had an endgame
Never quite sure when the jig is up
Now, I guess I’m stuck
Only so much
An old Raconteur can fake
Before the giant cane yanks you off stage

Should’ve had a backup plan
Guess you’ve only had
40 years to delineate
Could’ve had a bird-in-hand
A cozy little job
With a house and dog

Maybe you’re down the wrong road
Back up, see where the other roads go…

Mutherfucker

Think I’m gonna start all over
Gonna try to reinvent the wheel
A new look and feel
A middling man in a
Midlife house of mirrors
Tell me when that mutherfucker
Disappears

It’s never gonna go away
The crippling weight of
Years stacked upon years
It’s never gonna go away
This aching sense of being displaced

Maybe you’ve driven in a ditch
Plow through into oblivion

This is the age of impotence
Grand works of insignificance
My life’s been one long unboxing
Of every thought that’s ever come to me
And you can’t stop now
You gotta feed that beast
You gotta let it all out
Even if no one is listening — fuck

Mutherfucker