Cheers!

the stink of my youth rots
refusing to be buried
under the sagging of aging chest
or the umbrella of \"maturity\"
and while youth raises hell
the grown up that tries to cage it
gets tired of the commotion
and takes vacation for awhile
and then youth's welling excitement
throws a party in my honor
bringing its spirit back alive
and I dig a hole six feet down
to conceal the enemy of time
and raise a toast that wishes for
the long life of my youth