You know who your real friends are
Because they send you text messages
At 12:01 wishing you a “Happy Birthday!”
The rest just leave posts on your Facebook wall.
birthday
on my birthday
poetryi want beer and yellow cake with
sprinkled frosting and then another
beer i want sunshine and wind
in my hair (or across my baldness)
i want donuts and beer and donuts
then more donuts and people
to tell me i’m special by giving
me beer and donuts and most of
all i don’t want people to leave
me notes on my facebook
Hello 27
poetryI welcomest thou
and praisest thou
for giving unto me
an excuse,
nay an explanation,
nay a justification
for my in progress
male-pattern balding,
unexcused by my previous 26 years.