Post #660 - Trashcan Sinatras - "Obscurity Knocks" - Cake

So, I recently read a story about a woman who has lived to be 117-years-old.  She attributes her long life to remaining single and eating two (2) to three (3) eggs per day.  I intend to remain single, and I typically eat two (2) eggs per day. (I love having breakfast foods for dinner --- one of my faves!!)  However, as I was enjoying my eggs this morning, I could not help but think: "I really don't want to live to be 117... maybe I should cut back to one (1) egg per day..."  Just sayin'!!!

On another note, I hope you enjoy this little treasure called "Obscurity Knocks".

Until next time...

XOXOXO
Anastasia

Always at the foot of the photograph, that's me there

Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose, a foul-mouthed rogue

Owner of this corner and not much more

Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards

I'll pound out a tune and very soon

I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran

Of "oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"

Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned twenty-one, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders with the sheets 'til two

Looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring

In the lap of luxury it comes to mind

Is this headboard hard? Am I a lap behind?

But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself

Is the kind of fate I never contemplate

Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran

Of "oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"

Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned twenty-one, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Know what it's like

To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?

Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?

They laugh to see such fun

I'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself

And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme

"Ba ba bleary eyes - have you any idea?"

Years of learning I must be a veteran

Of "oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems"

And the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered

I've turned twenty-one, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Ought to be learning

Twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Feel like a veteran

Twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Calendar's cluttered

With days that are numbered

And I know what it's like

To sigh at the sight

Of the first quarter of life