red letter day

a red numbered day,
today. fifth of the second month.
no special holiday
but a sunday.

twenty one days away
from my birthday
a time to be merry
and gay.

how should i spent it?
it should be a hit,
and on the beat.

a mcdonald's party house,
maybe? or be a santa clause
giving away

something to the less fortunate.
oh great! but it is very
plastic of me

wanting to give when i
should receive. and if i
don't even have a thing.

so we'll just drown ourselves
with the orange sauce
of the burger mcdo

(and this is frustration, supposedly
it should be ketchup, tomato
and onions)

as we try to take a
grip of every french fry
held by ronald who

i am still confused for
hamburglar is a burger;
that bird is a fried chicken.