Hello Fiends,
Here is another excerpt from a little book of death poems I am writing called ‘101 Ways To Die, Accidents, Murders, And Other Techniques To Lose A Life’.
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
You told all your friends
Now what will they do
Excitement, anticipation
Building within your bones
A day of self-importance
And your ego has grown
What are they planning
Maybe a surprise party tonight
Perhaps a table full of gifts
So predictable, so trite
A ring from the door
The postman is here
A package on the doorstep
The contents unclear
No name, no address
Whatever could it be
From an old acquaintance
Or a branch of your family tree
As you rip off the lid
You just stand there and gawk
While you’re blown into pieces
By a bomb in a hatbox
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Thanks for reading,
~Curtis Rx
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