The Spinning Calendar Blues!

At light speed!

                                                     

The Spinning Calendar Blues!

 I've got the spinning calendar blues, the fast-time blahs.

Alright, time, you made your point--no mas!

 

Well, mas, but slow your a*s down--please.

You're out of control, from what I sees.

 

I turn around, and it's tomorrow already.

You're full of yourself, and a bit too heady.

 

You seem to think that it's you who is in control,

when--okay, I'll grant you that, but the toll

 

that you've already exacted ought to be enough.

The challenges you've thrown at me have been rough.

 

Reading glasses, aching bones, early to bed, earlier to rise,

the unbelievable scenes as seen through my eyes.

 

That is, the one's I can actually see if I squint.

Okay, okay, I've accepted your rather blunt hints.

 

I'll admit you're the overlord, but do you have to move so fast?

Hey, it's just that I like you so much, want to make you last!