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The Birthday Poem

By John Dave Figueroa

Now that is your Birthday


Just lay in bed and stay
It isn’t special occasion
Only a burden to your intention

People act like they’re surprised


And shut their mouth 'cause there’s nothing spiced
Walk through the room and close the door
Close your fiery eyes and start to bore

You can cry, laugh, and shout


Be mentally-ill if you want a clout
Finding attention in and out
It’s not worth to live with a doubt

You can finally taste the bitter life


Think what happened when you were five
Stab yourself with a knife
Fuck you too, nobody cares if you’re alive

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