heppy brithday poem

Waddle waddle botom heavy beast partoles
white sand in his ears jumping all the time
wax on the pads so he can still glide
an unfortunate crusader.
equally in as far as in is out
i ran and ran and cried then i ran
out the door into the rain blanket
i was breating under the water
then coming up from the ground
living dead just like the night
a hammer to cut the cake
and little tea cups with uninvited guests inside
like an egg in a vaccuum
first recall the last recall
devils shoes fit too tight
shed some more light on the party
open the window and let's get some air into this room
feet stink under florescant light
in a luminous position
the moon the moon the moon
and sharp stars that penetrate the flesh
of all the barely visible souldiers up there
fighting an invisible war
ohh the bloodshed
ohh the horror
the earth is new again
now we can start over