December 19th, 2007

Depressed Beef, Depression

(no subject)

With apologies to John Lennon.

So this is thirty.
And what have you done?
Not a damn thing worth telling;
You're a shame-inducing son
And so this is thirty
It's too late to have fun
You're nobody's dear one
And you're no longer young

A very merry birthday
Try to live out this year
If you make it through this one
I'll try not to sneer
This is your goddamn birthday
You've never been strong
You thought you were better
Looks like you were wrong
And so happy birthday
You've gained no insight
To everyone reading:
I love you. Good night.