THE MONTH BEFORE XMAS
its a month before xmas & what do I hear trumpets & saxophones filling my ear with crappy renditions of stale xmas songs 24-7, all the month long with treachly choirs, with tunes that are crappy relentlessly telling me I should be happy go out & consume & buy sparkly things all kinds of chachkas & green & red bling every commercial has fake jingle bells one of those sounds you'll be hearing in hell. o what can I do, no peace can I find if they don't shut up I will sure lose my mind. dont you be grumpy & don't you be blue be happy & joyful or what's wrong with you? why aren't you feasting & stuffing your face like everyone else in the whole human race. we're all divorced & our familys are dead we've got no people with whom to break bread. no siblings no cousins, no dear old mother dear santa could you bring a significant other? id rather be happy the time that I choose And so I'll be grumpy like old mister scrooge so I'm waiting till january when xmas is gone and then I"ll be happy & life will go on |
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