Mid-December 2018: A Short Summary

Merry Christmas my ass,

There’s nothing holly-jolly here,

It’s a fact I wish,

I could just disappear.

Christmas parties just bring problems,

Not worth it to conquer,

At first they’re bright and merry,

Then out come the monsters,

Some hide within themselves.

Kill me now,

Why don’t you?

It would be better than dealing,

With the after-effects of this evening.

The food was fine,

As was my whiskey,

And probably your wine,

But then the complications come,

Proving that many are just dumb.

I’d rather just go home,

Maybe,

I should have come alone,

By myself it could be nice,

No one would be close enough to me then,

To start an undesired fight.

Some things cannot be fixed,

Things said,

I know were not misread,

And now,

My “friend”,

I wish I could hit your face,

With a ton of bricks,

Just remember the things done,

Are eventually gonna,

Make me run.

An Outsider’s Jingle

R-rated,

Seemingly always hated,

But never be a mirror image,

Of anyone but yourself.

Haunted,

By a feeling,

Of never being truly wanted,

Will keep your brain a-reeling.

Take a break,

A break from life,

For awhile,

Leave the world behind,

Learn again to smile,

Go re-find your mind.

It was said by Cinderella,

We all need some sort of shelter,

Well go figure out what could be yours,

Go, go far away,

Get to doing it,

Leave behind this world,

That’s trying to make you,

From yourself stray.

Don’t come back,

‘Til you’re back on track,

‘Til all your problems,

Have been sacked,

And you’re safe,

From going Snap.

You’ll be recharged,

But still,

Don’t be expecting miracles,

Remember,

Don’t dilute your personality,

Just for others who are critical,

And insist on causing for you,

Troubles by the barrelful.

You are R-rated,

Seemingly always hated,

Haunted,

Because you feel never really wanted,

But don’t let these assholes make you feel daunted,

Be yourself,

Yes fucking flaunt it.

Today

It started out just fine,

But it takes just one motherfucker,

Crossing just one line,

I roll my eyes,

And happen to look up at the sky.

Oh my!

Look what’s rolling in,

Out there on the horizon,

I wish,

For once,

To be the clouds,

Instead of the one they shroud.

Clouds,

You may as well stay,

Your presence,

Mirrors my mood today.

Are you laughing,

As you rain on my parade?

Do you find it funny,

To fill my day with gloom,

Making sure that in my life,

No flowers are able to bloom?

You are welcome,

To bring with you a storm,

Just kindly make it strong,

Strong enough for the winds and waters,

To wash gone,

All that’s wrong.

Clouds,

I see you’re forecast to stick around,

I hope that’s not also the prediction,

For my current vexation.

Clouds,

Instead of being a mirror,

It would be more satisfactory,

For you to be a wall,

That I could hide behind,

Until my way is clearer.

They say too much sun can burn you,

Maybe that’s the silver lining here,

Good things can have their own ill effects,

But when the sun’s shining so bright,

Bringing all that cheer,

It’s easy to get blinded,

Then once the downside hits,

Which rest assured it surely will,

Life will start to go downhill,

And there you are,

Life’s no more the Ritz.

Clouds,

You make me have a thicker skin,

You make me tough as nails,

So keep it coming assholes,

This bitch will prevail!

Really???

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Be sure not to come,

Around me no more.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That one is such,

A fucking whore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Turn around and head,

Back out that door.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Go lose yourself,

Down by the seashore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

You just caused me,

An additional chore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Keep it up,

And you’ll go poor.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

You should know,

All that’s only folklore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

There was lots more there,

Than just a core.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That one’s full,

Of blood and gore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Tomorrow you’ll be,

Fucking sore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Now all night,

I’ll hear you snore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

She can’t even cook,

She uses Knorr.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Now there’ll be,

A huge uproar.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I fucking said,

I needed four.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Not everyone enjoys,

Halloween and Horror.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Get your ass ,

Back to the store.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

No I don’t want them here,

They’re a bore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

They’re nasty when,

You don’t free-pour.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I’d say it’s time,

I even the score.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

Go hide that shit,

Inside a drawer.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I said hind,

Not fore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

That’s just ugly,

What you wore.

What the fuck?

What did you do that for?

I ought to hit you,

With an oar.

Valentines Day

I’m sick of bitches bitching,

They’re really grating on my nerves,

On and on they grumble,

As out of their mouths,

Crazy shit does tumble.

“I’ve got no Valentines Day date”,

“I received no candy and no flowers”,

“I’m a loser ‘cuz I’m all alone”,

These are annoying things they say,

When they piss and moan,

About this so-called holiday.

How pathetic to feel,

That single equals worthless,

All because on this day,

You were not showered with,

A ton of meaningless gifts.

Some taken bitches bitch too,

About this petty shit,

They get all agitated,

Their appetite for unimportant things is never sated.

Poor, poor her,

She was not wined and dined,

Or showered with things fine,

He did not book a getaway,

Specifically to celebrate,

This so-called holiday,

Now she’s bawling like a calf,

Hating her other half.

I’m sorry for you,

If you are the type,

That looks forward to this day,

Along with all the hype.

I’ll just sit back and relax,

And chuckle at these dim-witted quacks,

As I am of the opinion,

That there is no reason for today to be celebrated,

It’s altogether overrated.