Parties are stupid.

[fuzzyllama1]

Parties are stupid.
 
I didn’t get to eat any of the SpongeBob cake on my fifth birthday.
Yellow with the holes in it and everything.
I didn’t cry,
but I sure as hell hid under the piano until everyone left.
I'm dying for a hint as to why the N didn't get to eat it, the strophe below doesn't seem enough of a reason.
 
Thirteen-year old boys were too busy trading Yu-Gi-Oh cards
and talking about tits to care about anything else.
I asked for card packs,
didn’t get a Dark Magician Girl though.
Coulda killed two birds with one piece of cardboard. Strong strophe with a strong end line.
 
The only thing I got for my eighteenth birthday was political apathy.
A bunch of party animals set up across the street that same night.
Their sound systems were insane, but god their taste in music was terrible. comma after god?
At least this time everyone seemed as feed up with it as I was.
 
I don’t remember my 21st.
I think I had three exams that day.
 
I met a girl at a party last Friday.
She seemed shy, but she made eye contact
that could truck a brick wall, Yes.
which I almost did as I drove her home.
I completely forgot about the condom in my wallet,
a gag-gift from my 23rd a few weeks back.
Who’s gagging now Mr. drivebacktoyourparent’shouseat3am?
 
I should throw a party. Fun turn, life does that.

Fun poem, thanks for posting it.

Hello Ella!

During my brief time here at the pen, reading your comments, more than anyone others, have made me smile the most. I don't know how you manage to turn each and every negative thing that reaches your inbox into a positive, but goddamn I want to learn!

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Parties are stupid.
 
I didn’t get to eat any of the SpongeBob cake on my fifth birthday.
Yellow with the holes in it and everything.
I didn’t cry,
but I sure as hell hid under the piano until everyone left.
 
Thirteen-year old boys were too busy trading Yu-Gi-Oh cards
and talking about tits to care about anything else.
I asked for card packs,
didn’t get a Dark Magician Girl though.
Coulda killed two birds with one piece of cardboard.
 
The only thing I got for my eighteenth birthday was political apathy.
A bunch of party animals set up across the street that same night.
Their sound systems were insane, but god their taste in music was terrible.
At least this time everyone seemed as feed up with it as I was. [fed up] possibly?
 
I don’t remember my 21st.
I think I had three exams that day.
 
I met a girl at a party last Friday.
She seemed shy, but she made eye contact
that could truck a brick wall, a stunning line  
which I almost did as I drove her home.
I completely forgot about the condom in my wallet,
a gag-gift from my 23rd a few weeks back.
Who’s gagging now Mr. drivebacktoyourparent’shouseat3am?
 
I should throw a party.

Thanks Billy,

Pardon my boldness (borderline stalking). I read Americee Nonsense and was Tickle-me-Elmoing in my blue lit bedroom. I am so tragically new to this type of writing that I had never laughed at a poem before. I want you to know that you were my first and I'll never forget you because of that.