old times

i remember the good old times before i was covered with slime and i was the president of the united states’s caddy and all the women loved me madly and i did just as i pleased and sat beside the pool drinking daiquiris and everybody was interested in my opinions and when i wanted a prize, i would win one stop - it seems to me that i am mot engaging your sympathy what is that you say? that at least i had my day? like every dog has its day? put your martini back on the tray stand up and challenge me like a human being i can not believe what i am hearing and seeing things were different then cats were women and dogs were men rain fell on the flowers and the road ran on i was here and now i am gone