'tis your birthday—now go hyperas you buckle on your diaperlife is just a windshield wiperleft to runjust a yin-yang oscillationDeath leans close for osculationall is merely preparation—then 'tis doneyears roll on, and we get oldersoon our brains begin to molderand our scrotal set of bouldersstarts to saglittle time to stand and wonderin our cells, entropic thunderripping telomeres asunderwhat a dragnight has come—no longer morningso we celebrate, a-porningpay no heed to Reaper's warningflip the birdin the end, we know we're ashesjust a sac of flesh that thrashesour existence, falling, smasheslike a turdHAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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'tis your birthday—now go hyper
ReplyDeleteas you buckle on your diaper
life is just a windshield wiper
left to run
just a yin-yang oscillation
Death leans close for osculation
all is merely preparation
—then 'tis done
years roll on, and we get older
soon our brains begin to molder
and our scrotal set of boulders
starts to sag
little time to stand and wonder
in our cells, entropic thunder
ripping telomeres asunder
what a drag
night has come—no longer morning
so we celebrate, a-porning
pay no heed to Reaper's warning
flip the bird
in the end, we know we're ashes
just a sac of flesh that thrashes
our existence, falling, smashes
like a turd
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Best wishes for the happiest of days
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