14 Ways of Looking at The Celebration
Why are they so happy
It’s not like he’s coming back
I think this is dumb
They are all really old
Like, boarding on ancient
I hope no one dies
There’s this guy named Troy
He had a stroke at the party
An ambulance came
There is so much food
But too much potato salad
Why is there so much?
I ate way too much
But there’s still cake that I want
Guess room must be made
So, I ate the cake
Now my stomach is cramping
I’m in a bad mood
They surrounded me
Now they keep trying to talk
Just leave me alone
None of them can sing
They sound like cats in blenders
Please, God, make it stop
Standing in the yard
I’m trying not to get bit
There’s so many ants
I keep forgetting
The ice in my cup melted
Now the punch tastes gross
There’s a couple kids
Running around all happy
They don’t understand
She calls it “closure”
I call it a waste of time
He’s still six feet under
They’ve all gone home now
Left all their trash in the yard
They all got closure
I didn’t get it
I don’t think I ever will
I’m not over it
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