If life is cake, then by all means eat it
And take my peace while you’re at it,
For I think you might be dreaming if you
Think this orb is a party,
Oh but there go the confetti bombs
And the sparkler fires,
And sing your dirge to make yourself feel better:
“Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,
People dying everywhere…”
Sounds like fun until the bow on your box
Is a tripwire and all your candles
Are snuffed with one brief puff.
Your epitaph: He lived a delusion
And almost had fun while doing it.
Sorry old sport, no tears were shed when you left
For you caused too many while you were here.
No comments:
Post a Comment