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The Wishy-washy Chronicles

People ask the wrong questions, you know?
A presumption always lies in there, you know?
As they ask, “What do you wish for your birthday, you know?”
They obscure the vast difference between a ‘wish’ and a ‘want’.
As big-a-crevice like that butt, you know?

You want surprises on this day but,
Your antiquated sense of birthdays wishes for you to surprise yourself, you know?

You want to learn to play with money but,
to learn how to pull a Ponzi scheme is the wish, you know?

You want your morning to be interesting but,
you really do wish for a blue-eyed husky to wake you up, you know?

Behold,
your wishes are yours to accomplish.
No one can dare to take them from you if
no one knows about them, you know?

Hence, I wish for you today,
to take your wishes and
Uncle Scrooge Mcduck that shit, you know?
Hide them from these nincompoops,
lock them in your own personal vault
maybe even mask them with your wants
and when no one cares to look,
go naked and swim in that gold beam, you know?

Hence, I wish for you today,
to not ignore your wishes
as whimsical vats of wishy-washy, you know?

Although,
You would love a poem on your birthday but,
you would wish for the patience to read them, you know?