NaPoWriMo Day 7 (Off-prompt): My Birthday, Which I Give Zero Bleeps About

A zejel poem.

 My B-Day: In Which I Give Zero Bleeps About"
Ugh, every year there comes that day
I continue to age away
And everyone's supposed to say
That same old buttercream greeting
Another year I'm completing
It's designed to keep repeating
Shouting, "Surprise! Happy birthday!"
In the past, there was so much time
To celebrate me in my prime
Over presents and cake I climb
Over fondant hills to my death day
Tell me why I should be so glad
For future layers of life to add
Just to be eaten up? It's sad
I'm too busy on my birthday

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