Christmas Poem

Dose MeDose Me Regular
edited July 2010 in Life
Christmas season and and jolly times
Merry jingles and happy rhymes
Ho ho ho and a glass of egg nog
browsing through my sears catalog
I feel it oncoming, almost sick to the gut
Like my love for mankind had been totally cut
The way I feel about this time of year
Is not at all in matter worthy of cheer
I hate Christmas time, and all it will bring
Haunting Christmas Carols in my head ring
I say to myself "Guess I'm gettin' coal"
All the joy and happiness has left my soul
I trudge to my bedroom, gun rack, lock and load
I grab my keys and exit my abode
So I head to the streets, to extract my justice
Christmas Eve tonight, at the least, will be lawless
"ding ding ding" ...Salvation Army
"bang bang bang" "Tell Jesus im sorry"
"Could you spare some change on this fine Christmas Eve?"
"No sir, I cant, but I sure can spare these"
Two more bullets fly at the old worthless bum
I turn down Market to get out of the slum
Tonight the streets of the city will run red
Not gonna stop until they're all fucking dead
I knock on the door of that house, you know the like
the one with every available store-sold light
"Merry Christmas friend! You've come to see our decor...BOOM!
"No but it looks like I've just painted your living room"
Target practice on a santa or two
I head on down to the local place-of-brew
Hoilday Beer, where cheer is spread
I walk up to the bartender and shoot him in the head
My night is almost done, just now to the toy store
Where there's a toy for every child to adore
I walk into the store without a question
Let loose a spray, five down I'm guessin
Then I feel a tug on the leg of my jeans
Its a small little girl, scared to death it seems
"Why Mister? Why are you doing this?"
Her innocence and purity made my mind go amiss
"I'm not sure little one, I guess I hate Christmas"
"Buy why mister? This is a time of happiness!"
My balls must have grew three times the size that day
I looked that little bitch in the face and blew her away
Then happy as ever, and filled with my OWN bloody cheer
I turned the gun to my head and drew the hammer near
Then I looked at a portrait of old Chris Cringle with a stare
And with a loud deep voice I yelled to declare
"Hatred tword mankind, and to all a shitty new-year!"
Here's to the season that i hate with a passion
All this cheer and jeer in a jolly old fashion
Fuck it all, fuck your mother and fuck you Ted Danson.
Call me a jew, Merry Christmas Charles Manson.

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