For my birthday

Not even a cupcake
With a novelty candle that doesn't blow out

Nor a fancy pair of socks
Wrapped in satirical jocks

Just severed dreams
Those forlorn kinds for broken guys

Blown out thongs
That's flip-flops for them
not familiar with aussie vernacular

Cruising about in a rose pink cadillac
Top down
Washing away all those tears in rain

Gone
Forgotten
Forsaken
Who the fuck knows
Why should you care?

Celebrate?
Another year older
Another day further from your memory

Sometimes the noble choice
Fade far away into obscurity