Thirty-nine
My hair should be parted
Not spiked and green
My nights should end at 10 not 6am
But it is and they don't

I still get
Excited when the Adolescents play
Wake up not knowing What I did last night
Finding out and thinking "That was cool... Not sad."

I might be
An adult But I'm still a minor at heart
Okay, my liver is my senior part
But that's a part you can trade in

When your band
Has been a band longer than the Ramones
And critics coin you the punk Rolling Stones
That's when you know this is for life