One, Two, Screw My Shoe

 Five, ten
It was easy back then
When stress was just an abstraction.

Fifteen, twenty
Drugs, I had plenty
And didn't worry about distraction.

Twenty-five, thirty
While I remained flirty,
I wished to find meaningful attraction.

Thirty-five, forty
With not even a story
Of interesting action.

Forty-five, fifty
Sipping on warm whiskey
Yearning for satisfaction.

Fifty-five, sixty
Wandering the city
Lost in life's chain reactions.

Sixty-five, seventy
Feeling the penalty
For living just a small fraction.

Seventy-five, eighty
With bones getting achy
I yearn for some satisfaction.

Eighty-five, ninety
Reminiscing, though blindly,
Of dreams that remained abstraction

Ninety-five, one hundred
I'm more than the nothing I was
I'm dead.