Cut the Cake

I am rehashing some old stuff I wrote here. Kinda appropriate considering my birthday is coming. The Big 30s! Here I come!

Cut the cake, cut the cake,

Chants hit the wall across

An eternity of shame

She didn’t know the words

Didn’t know the tunes

That wafted through a silly

Mindless game.

Somehow it seemed it were to end.

The loss of ignominy.

The end of embarrassment.

But in the spectres that run her mind, they stayed.

Cut the cake, cut the cake.

Cut the damn cake, will ya?

Shoot the candles, dim the light.

A reminder of a day when birth seemed death.