Selfish Childless Spinster Day
Poor dear, you've failed to populate the planet
And only someone with a heart of granite
Could not lament the voidness of your womb.
It grieves me that you'll go into your tomb
With none but cats to mourn you as your heirs.
Believe me when I say that no one cares ...
... As much as I do that your DNA
Is destined to be pissed away,
So as you write your will please don't forget me, eh?
Now it just remains for you to let me say:
You're extra bloomin' special
In every bloomin' way
So have a happy bloomin' superficial
Gin-soaked Selfish Childless Spinster Day.
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One Day the Sun: A Collection
PoetryA collection of poems entered for the Attys awards, 2012. The judges were kind enough to shortlist this work and I thank them for that recognition. Biggest thanks, however, go to you, dear reader.
