I am rehashing some old stuff I wrote here. Kinda appropriate considering my birthday is coming. The Big 30s! Here I come!
Cut the cake, cut the cake,
Chants hit the wall across
An eternity of shame
She didn’t know the words
Didn’t know the tunes
That wafted through a silly
Somehow it seemed it were to end.
The loss of ignominy.
The end of embarrassment.
But in the spectres that run her mind, they stayed.
Cut the cake, cut the cake.
Cut the damn cake, will ya?
Shoot the candles, dim the light.
A reminder of a day when birth seemed death.