Bah Humbug

everyone has a unique and varied experience during this blessed season. From the smell of burning logs in the fireplace, the splendid aroma of moms cooking leeching out of the kitchen, the way the sleet tickles your cheeks as you walk . I have lived through many lovely holidays and none can compare to the idiosyncrasies of my personal holiday. So amazing that I will create my own version of "Twas the Night Before Christmas".

Twas the Night before this Christmas
and howling through my house
were the moans and displeasures
my family aroused.

In attempt to be saved
hurridly out the front door I made
my way to the non arctic wasteland
in my inadequete honda civic. (fuck you it doesnt rhyme Patrick)

But to what should my wonderful cell phone appear
but my pissed off significant other, syrens wail in my ear.
Argument, after fight and so and so fort',
why cant this all end in the bottom of some port

This holiday was so tainted, it reminisced of old
when stories were so pleasant the ones my parents told
were shadowed of this private hell, one I could not escape
This day will be remembered as one ill forever hate.

So fuck Dancer, and Dasher and Donder and Blitzen,
Fuck Comet and Cupid and Prancer and Vixen.
Screw the holdiays and this night
May I soon forget my horrible plight.

sleep

i wake

but its not a daze

or joy or whatever one attaches to human emotions

lost inside the confines

dark humid walls 

like this, tripping and reaching for something

weeks of ant

ic

ip

at

ion

and here

to you i bring forth

the latest genious of my

mind