You're poetry should come with a frigging warning sign....something like, "No skin, no s**t, no service". You are such an endless chamber of curiosities, mister....I end up feeling a bit like a concerned mum after I read your "unique" contributions.....as in, "Oh geez...honey, are you sure everything's okay? You know how I worry." :) However, as I've mentioned before, somehow you convey these ideas in fascinating, albeit disturbing, meaty prose. Pretty effing cool...Happy birthday if it is indeed your's. If not, let them eat cake...with worm guts and rat urine in it.....:)
I'm hoping this was your cat's birthday..... unless you're connected to a branch of the Adams Family tree..... lol
I don't know why, but I like this. Everything just sets right. Maybe next year he can snag gold fish floating at the top of the fishbowl.....