tis the season...
it's that time of year
blessed are the homely...
the hags...this silly queer!
icicles are sparkling...
peppermint fills the air
a stripper goes home...
with some big jolly stare
snowflakes begin dance'n...
from under nite skies of blue
an internationally unknown ferry...
with a package full of goo
tinsel and baubles...
twinkle with delight
a fruticake in wait'n...
for someone's silent nite
the tree has been trimmed...
with all of my love
i've scarred all the carolers...
and burnt the damn dove
roast'n the chesnuts...
champayne would be splash'n
don't fret yer pretty lil ass sweetie darl'n...
cuz you know i'll look absolutely smash'n
wrapped in a pashmina...
unwrapped from a prezzie
a regretful regift'n...
from a cheap spiteful lezzie
in come the north winds...
and out blows the trash
it's hard to settle down...
while gagg'n from yer gash
so pleez don't you hesitate...
you would'nt want to linger
can't i make you come in...
with just one finger?
as year comes to a close...
creep the feel'ns of distress'n
.
but a gift from the golden state...
could be such a bless'n
i don't need a fortune teller...
to help me digress
i've said all i've come to say...
now get the fuck off my dress!
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