Nothing to be proud of

No more of that

The dangerous
The precarious
The risky and the dicey

The raunchy and funky
The kinky and the spicy

I've outgrown it
or it's outgrown me

Now I'm just a washed-up wannabe

I can't see myself
promiscuous anymore

It's a chapter on which
I've closed the door

I no longer feel
the slightest bit attractive

Or perhaps I'm being
over reactive

I hadn't realised
that I'd been so vain

The blissful ignorance
of a youthful brain

An intellectual narcissist
with a hint of lust

But now I'm uninterested
in any fairy dust

Reality has hit me real hard
I'm just an under average
middle age lard

I have good memories
I do not whine

But of fooling around
I've had my time