Final Wish Poem by Dead Beat Poet
Final Wish
Yes is was me I must confess,
behind your surprise b-day party.
Everyone you knew was there,
everything was arty.
We showered you with raining fire,
and razor blade confetti.
Then beat you with a baseball bat,
until we were all hot and sweaty.
Then we sang you happy-birthday,
and made it really fast.
When you made your final wish,
you didn't know it was your last.
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