garden party
it came…
it came just the same…
it came without ribbons…
it came without tags…
it came without packages, boxes or bags…
then the old broken bastard threw himself on the floor until he thought of something he hadn’t before…
perhaps happy birthdays didnt come from a store…
perhaps happy birthdays meant a little bit more…
then he realized he was wrong and climbed up mount crumpet and screamed at the world…
happy birthdays can suck it…
I know I care less and less as my birthdays appear.
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I hope you at least ate cake.
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