When I’m getting low, I stop and think of Joe
Poor devil’s lost his mind
He gets kind of spacey and his thoughts are kind of crazy
Yet I’m told that he’ll be just fine
He gotten feebly he gotten feebly
His brain has turned to mush and he’s crazy
He used to be the man
Now his words you can’t understand
Just give him a helping hand
He gotten feebly
His mind’s cornered in Winslow, Arizona
A blank smile is all I see
Oh my Lord, his brain not on board
How he functions it just can’t be
Joe’s like a baby, and just maybe
He’ll stop being dumb and act like a man
Joe’s so lost, where do we begin
Oh why does this look so very grim
Joe’s lights haven gotten really dim
He gotten feebly
His thoughts are hopping like a toad, it’s a really big load
It just proves that he lost his mind
A ex-power lover, who has blown his cover
A good puppet is so had to find
He gotten feebly, he gotten feebly
Now his words you can’t even understand
He like a baby don’t say maybe
It time we all take a real and solid stand
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Oh Joe’s got so feebly
He’s now so feebly
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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I remember when my mom became plagued with dementia and that is exactly what happened to her. so sad.