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.