#2 Valerie’s Birthday Rhyme

Valerie, it’s that time of year
It’s your birthday, yay! So give a cheer.
What age are you turning? Oh, 23?
Well, that’s sort of unimportant, you see.

Twenty-one, eighteen, those call for celebration
Now you’re an adult, there’s no need for elation
You’re out of school now, and you’re consulting
Just a cog in the machine of life, always working.

You think you’re happy? Well, you’re wrong.
Living in New York, finding a place to belong.
23 years old, and keeping afloat
Everyone around you, angry and cutthroat

You shouldn’t expect more
In this world we call “life”
You’ve got no more “good” birthdays
To end that strife.

Taylor Swift made 22 something
You’re 23, and now you’ve got nothing.
Do you like how you life? It’s cool? It’s fine?
Trying to balance your financial bottom line?

Happiness and love, you should get rid of
Say goodbye to the things you once loved.
You’re an adult now, fuck that shit.
Keep your head above this pit of dirt and piss.

We’re all going to die alone.

Happy birthday, Val!