Birthdays! Poem by Professor Dr. Stanley Collymore

By Stanley Collymore

What's a birthday, other than the
actual day you were born and
rather bluntly, distinctly an
occasion you had no say in, regarding
that actual date, or additionally to that
the precise moment, when effectively
you were literally born; and moreover
even less sway basically counting as
zero in the respective circumstances
significantly and similarly specifically
bearing on your either aptly planned
or generally, accidental conception?
Alright, I can both sensibly and also
intelligently, readily understand why
the more effective, really perceptive
and quite discernibly smart species
of Homo sapiens are quite pleased
and equally, naturally outstandingly
proud that they are effectively here,
but in all truthfulness, and honestly
from my personal perspective, can
or should any exact sentiments be
either verbalized or shared literally
to the crucially, burgeoning growth
of human beings globally and very
obviously in the so-called Western
and reputed developed countries?

Exorbitantly increasing numbers
that continue to pollute our
Planet Earth with their
utterly useless presence? Personally, I
think not! And, as far as congratulating
those who when they most indulgently
and asininely naturally go over the top
with their absurdly idiotic, celebrations
and furthermore self-evidently literally
uncalled for bounteous merry making
exhaustively and intensively, crucially
wrapped up in their puerile delusions,
and wishing that I join in. As likely I'd
say, as the possibility of a snowflake
quite voluntarily opting to ludicrously
take a chance in hell's nether-world!

(C) Stanley V. Collymore
3 July 2023.


Author's Remarks:
By all means celebrate your birthday, as I'm neither asking that you shouldn't nor am I suggesting that you ought not to as that decision is entirely your own as it distinctly should be. But celebrating the day you were born when your own life subsequently has been an utter and deliberate mess: criminally, hatefully, racially, adulterously; quite odiously so in paedophile terms; financial scams that deliberately inflict severe hardships on the weak and vulnerable; a delusional notion too of yours that you're simply by the circumstances of your birth infinitely better and quite superior to those whom you condescendingly look down upon, and the infernal list goes on; personally I don't honestly see what the hell you have to celebrate. And while you will obviously disagree with my assessment, can you just for once and without all the fabrication you put on your really useless lives, say any different to what I'm espousing here?