A Gross Present


I share my birthday with a Cat named Seuss--
who, like all writers, liked his juice
as I like mine, fermented and sweet . . .
especially for a birthday treat--
but this year, instead of getting pissed
my present is a sebaceous cyst.

3 comments:

Whitney said...

Happy Birthday, Dave. Maybe get a new tattoo over the cyst. I think Hightower's claim on the Lorax has expired by now.

rob said...

you're no doctor.

Dave said...

that not his fault . . .

i must be getting old, because having a vibrating tattoo needle stuck into my tender pus-filled cyst doesn't sound fun at all (although i would TOTALLY like a lorax tattoo.)

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