another day older
another day gone
another year past
at home, alone

another day wasted
another day spent
another day forgotten
emotions bent

deprived of celebration
depraved, such a thought
twisted nerves
tied, so taught

wanting companionship
needing a friend
lost in a thought
so Ill just pretend

excuses, so convenient
things you must do
at home, all alone
this much is true

imaginary party
I am the host
having a blast
in satire, I boast

irony and fun
playing silly games
deceiving myself
oh, this is so lame

imagining, I had
such a wonderful time
as I write this poem
in rhythmic rhyme

in reality, I sit
surrounded by dark
debating life, oh
where is the spark

encumbered by emotions
waiting by the phone
Happy Birthday loser
at home, all alone