Wake up with the sun, hit the water like a creed  
One kilometer of clarity, no drama, no need  
Coffee in my hand, vape in the other  
Footstool throne, sacrum undercover  

They say slow down, I say shift gears  
I’m not old, I’m just engineered  
For weirdness, wisdom, and a touch of flair  
Still swimming laps while they’re gasping for air  

I’m 70 and still weird  
Got no shame, got no fear  
I light up truth, I bend the rules  
I’m the elder in the shallow pool  
I’m 70 and still weird  
Legacy loud, vision clear  
I laugh at time, I dance with pain  
I’m the footstool king in the dopamine rain  

Trading setups with my son, passing down the spark  
Modular dashboards, lighting up the dark  
Songs from the soul, quirks in the mix  
I’m the glitch in the matrix they forgot to fix  

Don’t need your pity, don’t need your praise  
I’ve got my rhythm, I’ve got my haze  
I’m the remix of every year I’ve lived  
Still riffing, still giving, still wildly unzipped  

I’m 70 and still weird  
Built from love, not engineered  
I swim, I vape, I write, I teach  
My legacy’s not out of reach  
I’m 70 and still weird  
Footstool throne, sacrum cleared  
I’m the anthem of the aging bold  
Still weird, still wild, still gold

70 and still Weird

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