It is gathering , it is growing as it does this time of year.
It is clawing my guts out, as it shuffles near.
It is spitting in my face and screaming in my ear.
I am being wrenched apart happy Christmas my dear
Nobody ever does anything for you..
Do you really believe that crap is really true
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
It always happens at Christmas I have to ask you why .
Why take it up and screw it up, watch it bleed gasp for air and die!
Go on, make your selfish demands on me ,
Make me make the choices I never want ..never set me fucking free.
Nobody ever does anything for you..
Do you really believe that crap is really true
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
Bleed me cut me throw me in the gutter .
Make me choose what I do not want, what the fuck does it matter.
No doubt you will relent ungraciously then be
The biggest martyr you can, and blame your grief on me.
Nobody ever does anything for you..
Do you really believe that crap is really true
Na it couldn’t be anything you do…….. could it?
Yes I bloody hate Christmas. All it brings is grief, arguments and hurt.
Under the pretence of rejoicing many a poor soul is being dragged through the dirt!
Adverts on the TV show perfect families enjoying the festive fayre.
It makes me want to choke I don’t believe it, and I think it so unfair
To ram these lies of “happy happy times” right down our throats .
It is just another bloody day
Everything that’s wrong still there beneath the sugar coat.
They’ll still be there tomorrow and not magically go away
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A rework of a poem I wrote for NABLOPOMO back in NOV 2013
Please excuse the language and remember it is a poem.
willowdot21 
