Birthday Blues - Poem by Ima Ryma
Father sent me on a long trip
Far away from the planet Earth.
I returned expecting worship,
Big time, celebrating my birth.
Yes, there were some nativities,
And some sweet baby Jesus songs.
But this jolly fat dude - puhleeze!
And crazy shoppers in mass throngs.
Cut down trees to show off a lot.
Some sharing my being was wrecked,
Because such sharing might just not
Be politically correct!
A few centuries I'm away.
What the hell's up with my birthday!
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