Scary in his peak, he was coming for you,
now can barely lift his feet as he struggles to move!
He just sits looking bemused with his focus reduced,
as the hunger he’s used to comes closer in view.
With something to prove, he goes in pursuit
of gullible youths he hopes to abuse.
Old Mr. Krueger sits guarding his yard
He’s not known for his humour, but that’s part of his charm!
Always barking remarks on how kids are a nuisance
before starting to charge them from his mobility scooter.
Mom insists that he used to be famous, but ever since
he’s turned so bitter the loser could make even lemons wince!
Frederick’s got senior legs and its slowing him up,
while wheezing in breath, he’s as old as they come.
He’s eager and yet, he's zoned on the young
but it’s easier said, now they roll off the tongue!
The holes in his jumper would stretch and expand
like most of his stomach, as he was getting so fat!
If ever he had nothing to say, he was blatantly rude,
and would cut to the chase, like Wes Craven would do.
Now the blades become loose, each hand is hurting,
pained by the two and the strands are curling.
He'll scrape and intrude, but only scratch the surface,
now the damning verdict is that he’s set in his ways.
An angry person then enters the fray
with each task a burden, its left him dismayed.
Most men of his age aren’t as meagrely natured
& enjoy spending their days reading the papers!
But seeing his neighbours loving what’s left of their lives
really frustrates him, causing his blood-pressure to rise!
Not content on survival though he’s looking like death
as he’s slumped to the left, and pissing in bags.
He gets a rush of blood to the head seeing a kid and his dad
and a love that cements what he wishes he had.
At that instant he clasps his aging hand to his chest
feeling a twinge in the agonising grandeur of death.
It has him arrested, and the pain he suffers leaves
little chance of reflection as the strain has cut his screams.
He passes away so suddenly, with the knowledge that though
he’d spent life chasing others dreams, he’d never followed his own…
Baron Mynd
DrinkWhileYouThink