Poetry

 
I don’t care how much is spent
When it’s my birthday
I like to open presents
 
It could have been anything
A silly little poem
wrapped with a bow
 
I bought my own present
I said it was from you
But you didn’t pick it out
 
Now did you
The card was beautiful
I gotta give you that
 
You then took a 10 hour nap
Here I am feeling guilty
Cause I’m being a brat