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I Totally Don't Care People Think You Are My Grandad - Happy Birthday Fallen! submitted 2009.09.08 07:08 PM by Afriel viewed 268 times


Just past midnight, GMT.

So I am the first to say

"Happy Birthday Fallen!"

For you, this...




Like the word mega, you are ancient

outdated as sea scrolls and flares

old as time, stuck in traffic 8 hours.

Unstable as the stack of comics

in your dusty loft, smelling of pee.

Lifted in spirits by coffee dipped pizza

and in body by motorized chair

top of the stairs

I'll meet you there

to lay together in your orthopedic bed

spectacles on your head

teeth in the glass

of bubbly water.



Walk in shower with sit down stool

aided lover always, all ways,

wonky frame to hobble to the shops

to buy a folded paper

angrily chase away pigeons

dirty vermin

Mr Grumpy.



But like your bunions and gout

I am here to stay

old age does not scare me

neither does your dodgy hip or hairy mole

and ears and nose all sprouting merrily

you are my little garden of grey fur

area rugs with follicle tufts

and pockets of fluff coated candy,

foreign coins,

and trinkets from the war.

First and second

and Boar too.



I am your trophy, a gap of twenty

or more in dog years

bridged by your expansive legendary wang

and three oil fields and 64ft yacht

and promises of blue pilled lovin'

pension paid for and worth every dime.



So Hurray! to you this special day

enjoy your wheeled meal with extra cabbage

blended for easy chewing

milkshake style with bendy straw

everyone at the home in paper hats

a gummy kiss from Dorothy down the hall

the fat whore.



Congratulations you are stale and wrinkled

like the prunes you consume to keep you regular.

Today drink sherry and green tea

salutations! Cheers! Bottoms up me ol' mucker!

But know this, my geratric wooer

and if you can't remember,

you know how you always forget

I am constantly reminding you,

write it on a piece of paper so it never slips your addled mind

on your list of moth balls and vitamin tablets,

that,



I love you



you silly old fart.

And in you honour I drink a cup of cod liver oil

and wish you live another zillion years

only this side of the Atlantic please if you are so kind and willing

and don't forget your man diapers this time

because that stuff stains.



Happy 40th Birthday Fallen.








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