That heavy metal industrial junkyard hangover
digs in a little deeper come Christmas Time
Cheap liquor melting your guts
Synthesize them into reindeer road kill
The lamentable sense of worthlessness
Amplified
Off key Christmas Carols spouted from annoying revelers
ripping through busted speakers and chintzy microphones
Embarrassment, Guilt and Mediocrity
are my Three Wise Men
Blinking Christmas lights flash like demonic eyes
Morse code telegraphing my shame to neighborhood kids
I pull a flat beer from my dying fridge
Muster up feeble courage to log onto the computer
I order a hooker dressed as a slutty Mrs. Santa
The last of my money and pride have disappeared
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 
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