The party cake

The party cake
Was left crumbling
On the old wooden table

By the time I got to taste it
It was full of weevils

Whose cake was this?
It was yours, child
Whose life was this?
It was yours

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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