11/03

November 3 is my birthday,

fall is a murky brown doomsday

and Tuesday is trash pick-up day.

The star geeks think I have talons for thumbs,

they screech in bogus like the electoral drums

Go vote I'd say

But the faithless elector will beat you to it anyway

Please wish me a happy birthday,

for beyond all this naive wordplay,

all I want is a happy day.