ugly old man

I want to be
an ugly old man,
with rough skin and brown teeth
it shows I was bold
I wondered and I planned,
how to win- 'till I was beat
I don't mind
if they stare and their scared
as far as I'm concerned, they should be
It'll be my turn
to yell from my chair
at the nurses, while I have a woody

I'll shrivel and twist
to the form of a prune
while no one comes to visit
I hope I get
all the time to myself
to laugh as I count the obits