What I like is,

At this age,

I can laugh and admit

I don't know shit about shit

I know nothing about anything

And that if I dare assume I have an answer,
I'm just an asshole in a bag
pretending to be a cat
frantic to be let out.

What I am is what I know,
And what I know has come on the bean-scented sigh of a tired muse more often
than on the shoulders of one who vehemently bears
what they carry.

I hear,
and now
I know.

Hapy birthday,
to me.

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