Gift Wrap

I planned you a party;

It was huge &

pretty dead.

 

You never wrapped

a gift before.

So,

I didn’t expect yours to need

such lavish packaging:

 The box

Was expensive,

Life-size

(death-size)

You said you liked dark wood.

The bow-qet

Was fresh,

living flowers

(dying flowers)

I hated those fucking irises

(your mother is dead to me)

Your nametag

is stone.

So,

you’ll be recognizable

(long after you rot).

 

Oh, by the way.

You missed my birthday.

It’s shame;

You’d have liked it.

My gifts weren’t wrapped

(& we all got really fucking drunk).

 

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