Icing on the Cake

You never invited me to my party.
You thought to celebrate your gleanings;
what you took by force, or stole when I wasn't looking.
But I saw, and planned
and you got naught but air and empty boxes
wrapped in lies and blood-red ribbons.

It was my birthday
and I made it my party. I brought
more univited guests, dressed
in blue. We crashed through your rabid gates
while you scattered pontifications and your ranted indignation
like broken balloon promises.
You dropped the cake and icing smeared
into the ground you claimed,
as your candles sputtered out
and you
were denied your last wish.

I claim this day as mine.
You may not have invited me,
but I came and left with
the best present of all.





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