Description: Ok, I wrote this for a friend celebrating his eighteenth birthday, who actually did feel sick and emotional that day. Of course, my poetry teacher decided to make it an assignment: 10 syllables in each line, 4 lines long. Yes I do know that there are 11 syllables in the last line. I was feeling rebellious. Anyway, I think this is supposed to be sort of funny and sort of a parody of some of the sentimental forced-rhymy crap that comes from the geniuses at hallmark.
I defiantly think that this should be made into an actual birthday card, sell it at Hot Topic or what not... can't say that I felt like this on my eighteenth birthday, now 24th, that was a killer... why do they have to keep on comin'?
The infamous "omg, what the heck am I going to do now?" virus. Oh yea, everybody goes through that stage when they turn 18. That should really be in a birthday card, because that is terrifically brilliant. It is the perfect size, the rhyme is perfect, the wording is perfect. Yup...that is certainly the perfect "happy 18th birthday" card.
Brilliant use of satire here, Metaphorically and literally. Just awesome.