BALLAD MONGER

I’m sorry if I don’t have a proper gift for you
So I hope this poem will suffice
I know you are too young to read these words
Which may seem complicated for your eyes

This may come off to you as informal
And have no doubt that it is
But please do not think for one second
That all ignorance in the world is bliss

You might think that I am out of my mind
To present this as an endowment
But do let me tell you in no uncertain terms
I am writing this with a mind that is present

Playing with people like you is fun and all
A pain in the ass it may sometimes be
But regardless of how I truly feel
Recollections of you always stay in memory

I wrote this all in haste
To catch up with your birthday
To you I offer my condolences
If you think it’s bizarre that I am gay

When you grow up
Then you will understand
I decided to inform you
Of the truth beforehand