Et in Dementia Ego

You’re not too old

To fight

At fifty-five,

Lash out at bus stops,

Scream in Sainsbury’s

At the lack of love;

Accost unwilling strangers

With philosophies

That Sartre knew not;

Curse heaven above;

Condemn the play

Or lose the plot.

Be yourself,

Says that wise old elf

You met down the garden path.

If roses prick you,

Kick them back;

When the mower fails,

Tear up the grass.

They can’t ban age

And futile rage.

Ignore those fools.

Dementia rules!