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Existential Crisis

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HIS:

He wears his toupee

to cover thin locks

he has fresh Viagra

in his red, Corvette box.

He’s not aging well

for fear of the grave

he craves a companion

like a young, blonde sex slave.

But rather than work

on becoming a mensch

he’d rather pop pills

that harden his wrench.

HERS:

She’s “Forever 21”

in her middle-aged mind

though it’s all headed south

like her boobs and behind.

She still wiggles and struts

like a furnace on fire

but the coals are now coaling

and so’s her desire.

They call her a cougar

’cause she desperately preys

on much younger men

who will shtupp her for days.