A Poem For My Fake IDCome sit with me, my old friendI fear our time has come to an end.Out of my wallet you must comeFor I have turned 21.Do not weep and do not cryEveryone must say "'goodbye'A great service you've done for meAnd I'll always have the memories.I recall a time not to long agoWhen I fake ID I could not showBecause, you see, I did not ownThis false document that made me grown.And then one day I made hasteTo visit a wonderful, sacred place;Room 324 at the end of the hallCan make bouncers nod and velvet ropes fall.In this room lived a man named PeteWho offered his services quite discreetHe took my name and my picture tooAnd sent me away to wait for you.50 bucks later you came into my lifewithout anger or malice or greed or strife.I put you where I could never forget itOver my license, under my debit.For the last two years we've had quite a rideGoing to bars and getting inside.And when I was asked by the man at the doorI'd give you to him and stare at the floor."What is your info?" the bouncer would askAnd I would recite these words so fast"I'm Michael Santino, Riverside PlaceCambellville, Michigan 91298."And you never failed to get me intoAll the bars that I have been to.You're perfectly made with edges so sharpA nail polish finish and letters so dark.You're a work of art, a masterpieceThat let me drink wherever I pleased.But I'm older now, past my 21st yearAnd today it's become abundantly clear.You must move on and find a new friend.Find a new buddy and lie for him.I must go too, to the DMVTo get a real license that's truthful "'bout me.But before I get there, there's something to do;Find a freshman that's interested in you.There's one right now! "Hey frosh, over here""Do you want something that can get you beer?"I'm sorry ID, he's bought you for cheapAnd into his wallet you'll soon slowly creep.Our time is over but do not be sadFor great are the memories and the times that we had!Goodbye, fake ID, thanks for the funWe've had a great time, we've had a great run.And I'll never forget the ways you helped meMy buddy, my friend, my old Fake ID.