Happy Birthday

GemetZephyr

The Last Martian
This black cocktail dress cost me
three seventy-five sixty-six plus tax.
And I'm relaxed with my
seventy-five dollar
hair style and my
Prada shoes.
With a bottle in one hand and a
bottle of a different kind in the other.
You're in the bath tub
and the toilet
and the freezer
and the car.
You'd never leave me again. would you?
Twelve little pink and white pills and
a liter of vodka.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday, dear love.
Go out with a
bang.
 
Wow.

It's deep. It's simple.
It says everything at once.

Congradulations, you have a fine talent of fitting poetry together.
 
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