I am about to begin my poem entitled “Happy Birthday Julian.”
But before I start there are a few things that I would like to say about Julian, who is turning 30 today.
That’s right, Julian,aka the Boy, aka Dick, aka Julian Ware Vorus is turning 30 today.
Yes 30. That magical number between 29 and 31.
Say it aloud with me. . .30. . .COME-ON say it louder,
say it the way that Julian would say 30,
were he not turning 30 today. . .30.
Such a round number isn’t it?
Let me assure that my poem about Julian’s 30th birthday
will be completely and utterly without mercy.
In my poem about Julian’s 30 birthday,
which I have entitled “Happy Birthday Julian”,
I will use the poetical style of no mercy,
which is to say that I will show no Mercy,
NONE WHAT SO FUCKING EVER!!!!. . .
Do you know?
Did I ever mention, imply acknowldege, etc, etc, et al
that today is Julian’s aka, the Boy, aka Dick, aka Julian Ware Vorus’s 30 Birthday,
that he has been alive for ten thousand nine hundred and fifty days;
15,768,000 minutes or
Did I !?
Okay, now on with my poem entitled “Happy Birthday Julian”
which will be read in the manner of the vocal stlyings
of Julian Vorus who has today turned 30.
Happy birthday Julian.
Originally written, a number of years ago, and I haven’t bothered to update the math. what are you like 38? 39? fucking 40?