Imagine Baby Boomers

Imagine there’s no wrinkles
It’s easier today
No moles or age spots
And parts of us will never decay
Replace all our worn body joints
Since Medicare will pay

Imagine all the people
Living for the day
When we can stop the exercise
Just a pill makes fat go away.
Imagine Richard Simmons
With nothing to say?.

You may say I’m a Boomer
The group that wanted it all
But when we got on fixed incomes
The interest rates did fall

Imagine there’s no need for walkers
or reading glasses at all
Imagine that we all can get up
If ever we should fall
Just spend our time speed walking
In the local mall.

Imagine no possessions
After we move into the Over 50 commune
With other old folks just like us
A brotherhood of doom
Imagine all the people
Crammed into one big bingo room….

Yes, you’re right, I am a Boomer
You may say I’m in denial
But I am not really dreaming
Perhaps just a little bit senile

Beer Run Blues
I hear that beer a callin’, It’s callin’ out my name.
My thirst is nearly about to drive me totally insane.
I’m down at ICR to stay for the weekend long
But I did not bring enough beer with me, which was just plain wrong.

When I was a new owner my neighbor said, “now listen, son,
You’ll really love it out here, you’ll really have some fun
But bring all that you need to eat and drink when you come to play.
Its hot out here and you’ll need beverages if you’re gonna stay”.

My neighbor also told me, “please mind the speed limit sign.
Driving too fast out here is a crime that is not benign.
It’s 20 miles per hour, so please watch your driving speed.
The wildlife and other owners will thank you, guaranteed”.

Well, Sunday morning got here and I was out of beer.
I knew the town of Rock Springs was the closest place to here.
So I drove directly to the Lowes Family Grocery mart.
I went inside, glanced around, and grabbed a handy cart.

I knew just what I wanted, I made a beeline to the back.
That’s where the beer cooler was, so I grabbed a multi-pak.
I loaded up and headed back to find the friendly cashier.
who sadly told me she could not sell me any beer.

So, I’m leaving empty handed as the sun begins to shine.
I cannot linger here now; I just don’t have the time.
As I leave I pass by Country Boys, and then drive on past Grooms.
Cause its Sunday and they can’t sell beer until the clock strikes noon.