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Andrew Sep 24
Can you feel that?
Ah, gifts
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Drowning deep in my sea of clothing
Wanting your purchase I feel
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems what's left of my nice side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give it to me?)

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (** **)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the naughty in me

Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Open up your gifts and give them to me
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
You mother get up come on get down with the Christmas
You ****** get up come on get down with the Christmas
Many are the gifts that have been given to me

I can see inside you, the naughty is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give gifts to me?)
It seems that all that was nice has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give gifts to me?)

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (** **)
The world is a naughty place
Now that you've woken up the ******* in me

Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Open up your gifts and give them to me
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
You mother get up come on get down with the Christmas
You ****** get up come on get down with the Christmas
Many are the gifts that have been given to me

No mommy, don't stiff me again
Don't do it again
I'll be a nice boy
I'll be a nice boy, I promise
Why do you have to stiff me like that, mommy?
Don't do it again, you're boring me
Why do you have to be such a *****?

Why don't you
Why don't you just ******* and die?
Why can't you just ******* and die?
Never stick store brand in my face again *****
*******
I don't want this ****
You stupid sadistic abusive ******* *****
How would you like to see what's real mommy?
Here it comes, get ready to buy

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Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
Open up your gifts and give them to me
Get up, come on get down with the Christmas
You mother get up come on get down with the Christmas
You ****** get up come on get down with the Christmas
Many are the gifts that have been given to me
Parody of Disturbed's Down With The Sickness
A B Faniki Sep 8
Dear black Santa claus I have some wish
It is not as many as the hair on
your head as a matter of fact the wish
is about hair, you see my friend Malik has turn

nineteen last summer and up to now his face
is as smooth as a baby **** without a lick
of hair, Oh! black santa in your next phase
of trip and among your commodity of hair send malik

a beard, so that he won't be in despair
not that that is any business of mine and
please dear black Santa claus don't show this letter
to Saint Nicholas your counterpart with the white beard

I don't want him to accidentally send Malik a white
beard because that will freak him out.
AB Faniki © 9/8/2029 all right reserved  an attemp at humours piece using sonnet form I hope u enjoy it. It was supose to be part of my work banal tells.
Anthony Aug 25
Dear Seasons,

I have already seen too many Christmas trees that hold empty promises for kids who hope for gifts that will make them whole. I have heard too many jokes about how the present I’ll be getting this year is actually coal. When they said this, I insisted because instead of gifts I believed I deserved it: coal, or nothing at all.

Summer has held promises too, but my body never seemed like a summer-***, so maybe next year my abs will be more clear and maybe my skin will be too. So, ***** spray tans, your mom’s rules, and small-town bullies. I want to be shirtless, free and love to be alive.

Fall is at least honest. She says to me, “You are alive, unlike leaves. Never let the winter freeze your heart over. And remind yourself over again that seasons come and go. So while you can, hold your lover’s hand as boots crunch death beneath its tread. Darling Life, we are not dead yet.

See Spring is my diving board for bouncing over waters of possibility that I will cannonball in to, where daydreams feel possible while rain drips on the coffee shop window pane.

I can breathe and remember that seasons are temporary and carry with them strength and change, whether we like them or not.

Dear Seasons, you are and always have been committing treason against my fragile heart, but you will not break me. I may be shaken but you will not break me. I may be broken, but I will keep living and not let seasons break my Knowledge of the Holy who gives me reason to teach and learn and grow as life changes its outfits.

Sincerely,

a tired soul
Merry Christmas to you
Merry Christmas to me
The presents are under
The Christmas tree

The stockings are hung on the
Wall not the chimney
He goes Christmas shopping
The day before Christmas

No deal is that good
I'll just have to miss it.
It wasn't that great
Before the discount.

You say that you love me
Really you do,
But what sacrifices
Are made by you?

You have everything
You could ever want
If you don't you just
Buy it no matter the cost

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/24/14
Ex always bought what he wanted but left bills unpaid. We went Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve.
If 'tis the season
To be jolly
Where are all
The lights and holly?

'Tis the season
For families to come
Together and share
Their love for the kingdom.

Instead
They ignore,
Not worship,
Adore.
12/8/14
From A Poet's Heart
12/20/14

Hatred and Anger
They build up inside,
They bubble and boil
Until they are hard to hide.

Merry Christmas they say
Happy New Year to you
But where is the merry and
Happy I once knew?

Now all the holidays
Are about bigger and better
Now they are crazy
And wilder and wetter.

Buy this gift new
Buy this gift for you
Buy this gift for him
Buy this one, too.

You bought this gift last year
Don't buy it again.
You regifted that one
Don't tell the Johnson's.

Gift cards can be cheezy and
Impersonal.
Handmade cards are much more
Appreciated.

Don't bother my spouse
He can be a louse
Don't bother anyone
In my house.

I'm a btch
It's a cinch
As I stitch
And I pinch.

So you won't get me Christmas
Because I'm a b
tch
But when you act like this
You say it's a cinch.

You treat us like dirt.
You harm and you hurt.
Don't care how you get it
Just get what you want.

You give out hatred
But expect love in return
Your world is upside down
No wonder you get burned.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
Again....more from a miserable marriage to my ex husband.
Christmas is the
Time of year
For bringing joy
For bringing cheer

All the hustle
All the bustle
Turns shopping trips
Into a tussle

All the crazies
All the weirdos
All the ripoffs
All the mazies.

If you buy this,
We'll throw in the hat
If you buy this,
We'll throw in that.

But what must people
Tend to forget
Is that this isn't
What it's all about.

Two thousand years back,
He came to be.
Two thousand years back,
He came to me,
So we could live eternally.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12.5.14
Aa Harvey Jul 18
Home for the holidays


Welcome home, to the place you have never wanted to be.
The place you have never felt at home.
No longer the only place you have ever known;
Now you have somewhere else that you can go.


Oh, just smile; the past arguments are just forgotten memories.
The times of change are already here
And this is the place where we all want you to be.


Please don’t leave; we all know it has already been too long.
Surely it is time for us all to just move on.
Those arguments can never be won.
If one side loses, we all lose.  
How can that be fun?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
thelemonpolice Jun 2018
Most people tear open my wrapping,
eager to open their present
but I think you were the first one to ask each time
before gliding your hands along the sides
and gently peeling, taking time
to look me right inside my eyes
and tell me that I was breathtaking.
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