Saturday, December 12, 2015

Holedayz

Just when you thought your chimney couldn't get any more Freudian
Icicles from the moon are needles in Earth's eyes
Christmas candy cane shanked the warden and escaped from jail
Now it's on the run, writing creepy letters with your house as the return address
Your mother appreciates this the same way your dad appreciates Wes Anderson movies

Nog chugging eggs
Eggs making friends
Friends turn into pastry
Pastry cooked by the sharp light of dying stars
Stars that were just cookies all along,
And milk is the linguistic juggling act that keeps us from the dry cake of truth

I poured hot cocoa down my back and rolled in the snow
Down a hill
'Till I was the torso of a snowman named Claudia
Who was my neighbor's sex toy
He never made it to my "Christmas" party,
Politically correct snowfucker

It's late
Everyone's gone home
All you hear are obese snowflakes fucking in the air
And making tiny white snow jizz
Landing all over your face
While you think about Charlie Brown




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