The fruits of what you planted here are rotting in my
mind
And every day I lock the doors and leave it all
behind
I'm looking for a fire that will **** the rancid
fume
But as for now I'll rectify in ink and through a
plume
Injustice reigns in all you do, oh planter of these
seeds
I've felt you water parts of me with hotly boiled
deeds
You've burned me more than I can say or memory can
claim
And how I can be of your flesh should drive me half
insane
Instead I balance what I know with what I've seen you
do
Let clarity prepare a way to purge what's left of
you
I'm almost there, I sense it now, the last I'll use this
key
For I have found the other room you tried to hide from
me
So take your place inside yourself and I will walk
away
And harbor neither hatred nor the curses you could
lay
I'm breathing now, I've filled my lungs with freshly seasoned
air
I'm entering with both feet in, a newly painted
lair

I've wrapped it up in tinsel
although it made it itch
and hung a bauble on it
to watch it sway and twitch
I've written merry christmas
in lipstick red and pink
and I promise you will love it
(ignore my cheeky wink)
There's no reciept to swap it
but it's worth I'll guarantee
you'll get years of fun out of it
and without a battery
so slip it in enjoy it
let the turkey cook and burn
for this the type of stuffing
that I know you'll always yearn
so merry Christmas baby
on this sweet Yule tide
let's forget the sleigh this evening
and enjoy another ride.