Changes

Hey boy, the times are-a-changing, it's blowing in the wind. Stock exchange markets are going down, Bush mandate will be finished for good soon, Beppe Grillo organised the V-day, and world temperature is rising. So I took a look at the mirror. And saw that I changed as well. Wrinkles have appeared on my face; not only on the corner of my abused eyes, but also on my forehead. Long thin wrinkles alternate with a texture of tiny movements, irregularities, malformations. Most of my hair has abandoned me long time ago. Of the remaining ones, some have changed political faith - the most common and false conversion, from fascism to catholicism, and scream for recognition. The route is traced. After this only Viagra will follow, and after that demency, diapers and finally death. The times are-not-a-changing.