Frankie's Birthday

20 Feb 2013

TheNightShift
It was Frankie’s twenty seventh birthday
He sprinkled flowers from a watering can
He could not recall planting any seeds
Anyway there wasn’t really any water
Anyway his flowers were just weeds
His mother stood and watched her idiot son
She cried for herself and what nature had done
It was Frankie’s twenty seventh birthday
He sprinkled flowers from a watering can
And his eyes could not see any weeds
Anyway there wasn’t really any can
Anyway he had not planted any seeds
Frankie looked up and said “Mama I love you”
She cried for her son because she loved him too

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