Visions of sugar plums
Dance in my head
Until you so rudely
get up on stage
as if to say
Oh no nothing pleasant
think of it like this:
New clothes? Cool
but who will you wear them for?
New lip gloss? That's neat
but who will kiss your glossy lips
ever so sweet?
Merry christmas?Is it really?
When you're only an interruption
A corruption of my mind
And not simply a sweetner to my christmas cookies