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Dec 2021
Twas dark outside on Christmas Eve,
alone he cried, betrayed, deceived.
Liars, hypocrites, backstabbing thieves,
alone he mourned, he was so alone.
Red jacket, white shirt, white gloves, red tie,
black pants, black boots, and a beard painted white.
Down, down the chimney, he slips out of sight
Was she hanging tinsel with some other guy?
He walked into the room his vision distorted,
each cough with blood his body contorted.
He dropped the bottle, then picked up the revolver;
it's time to decorate the Christmas tree.

Merry Christmas
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