Monday, November 30, 2015

cuts like a knife: a reflective poem

tis the season...
it's that time of year

blessed are the homely...
the hags...this silly queer!

icicles are sparkling...
peppermint fills the air

a stripper goes home...
with some big jolly stare

snowflakes begin dance'n...
from under nite skies of blue

an internationally unknown ferry...
with a package full of goo

tinsel and baubles...
twinkle with delight

a fruticake in wait'n...
for someone's silent nite

the tree has been trimmed...
with all of my love

i've scarred all the carolers...
and burnt the damn dove

roast'n the chesnuts...
champayne would be splash'n

don't fret yer pretty lil ass sweetie darl'n...
cuz you know i'll look absolutely smash'n

wrapped in a pashmina...
unwrapped from a prezzie

a regretful regift'n...
from a cheap spiteful lezzie

in come the north winds...
and out blows the trash

it's hard to settle down...
while gagg'n from yer gash

so pleez don't you hesitate...
you would'nt want to linger

can't i make you come in...
with just one finger?

as year comes to a close...
creep the feel'ns of distress'n
.
but a gift from the golden state...
could be such a bless'n

i don't need a fortune teller...
to help me digress

i've said all i've come to say...
now get the fuck off my dress!

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