In the den of 

Psychotic dictators and

Spineless cowards,

You rise above injustice.

Your candor

Your strength

Your integrity;

Defile the fucked face and

Ignominy his ball sucker.

Halt, brood of vipers!

Karma is sharpening her nails.

Calamity is the curse of life

But we’ve named that storm 

Our bitch.

So

My birthday boy, come

Eat cake with me 

Eat cake off me

And

Know that I will risk it all for you

For another lap around the sun

For a thousand laps around the sun.