poem of the day 12.24.12

christmas music

sitting here

in the boxer shorts

nursing the beer hangover

and the gas pains

and the morning radio

is telling me to have myself

a merry little christmas

i wonder who can find

any solace in this stuff.

it’s such a put-on

such a fantastic artifice

i wonder who can still

be so dumb over this pap

and this thought makes me laugh

because i need only

think of other people

to get my answer

as the elegant strings

and the high flute

keep wafting the song

out on the morning radio

so soothing

have yourself a merry

little christmas

have yourself a merry

little christmas

and when you’re done

do me a favor

fuck yourself too

and go back inside

and lock your doors

safe with all of your shit

leaving the world to us devils

for the next year

you know the ones

the ones who don’t get

weepy and sentimental

over christmas music

and cute kids dressed in red and green

who hate assholes wearing santa hats

the ones who keep going

instead of stopping for a kiss

underneath a rotting mistletoe.               12.10.08