Usually when I write Poetry I pour out my heart. The Pain, the Anxiety, The Sick Stomach Anguish that I feel in a cathartic rush of verbal diarrhea. (Yes, I said diarrhea in a birthday poem, so sue me) This one is a little different. This one is a bit more joyful. Birthdays after all are good. Aren't they? So one would think that poems written about them to say 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAVE THE BEST DAY!' Would be a lot more cheerful than most. So here it is; This is me being cheerful. This is me saying, Well done on being born today. You are a lot less wrinkly than I thought you'd be by now. It's all downhill from here. Also, I was too broke to buy an actual present, So here. I wrote you one instead. I hope you like it. Happy birthday. 03/ 09/ 2020
For Shenuk
