HAVE NO HATE, NOT
You just can’t grasp how much I hate the
jumped up bullshit commercialism that is Xmas.
I’m not a capitalist knob who loathes
spending money, spending cash aint on my radar scope. The
commercial side of Xmas is crap, parting with dollars you’ve not got. To line
the capitalist’s pockets, fat cat bastards. Fuck them! Buy two hundred beers
and get pissed instead.
I don’t give a hoot on their views or hurt
feelings. My anger will nail them to the fucking door. If I need something,
I’ll go and steal it from you, got mugs to use on speed dial. You big fat rich
capitalist.
What of the snow? All white and pretty.
I’ll turn it red with your blood from your broken fucking nose, when you comment
on snow. Shove your winter views up your fucking arse. To the snow lovers, I
dare you to be in one metre of me and say you like snow.
This poem isn’t over. I’ll add to it when
something else gets on my fucking tits.
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