MY BIRTHDAY
For my birthday, I want nothing big
nothing spectacular
something mundane.
I want the world.
It's my birthday
and I should get what I want. So my mother told me
thus it must be so.
I want the rivers to alter flow and collectively spell my name.
I want the trees to become more festive
change shapes to blues and shocking pinks and teflon.
I want the women to want me
and the men
and the three new genders engineered especially for the occasion.
I want the dogs to be my best friend
and to join paws
and become the biggest single dog the world has ever seen.
I want God to ask me for a loan
and me to carefully consider if it's in His best interests to be
so dependent on external sources.
It's important to remain strong.
I want morning roosters to produce hiphop beats
and at day's end, for the moon to silently sweep down and gently offer me a kiss.
I want blow jobs all day long
except for when I'm anally penetrated.
This is my birthday wish.
Also, though, I want a cure for asthma
so I can blow out all these damned candles�
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