SKr3w Screw,
Shiny glitter n glue,
Xmas came 2 soon,
Not nuff time 2 do.
Coz im ill n cold,
Rotten bones 2 old,
Gotta get gifts, I'm told,
B4 they're all sold.
But my wallets so blank,
N gettin txts from my bank,
Im in deep shit, half sank,
N my shopping list is wank.
But its XMAS time,
Plenty of pills n wine,
But got no credit line,
So prezzies ull come frm crime.
I'm spendin whole days in bed,
Shrinks fucked wiv my meds,
N mad shits crawling my head.
But still this iz XMAS time,
I'll b fucked up from 9,
Drink all day til night,
Then watch r family all fight.
My bredrens all here,
Drinking Scotch n Beer,
My sister sits near,
Still not a word in my ear.
Coz she hates my guts,
4 old skool time heart cuts,
Her mates dead bro I knw not,
But an Elephant's memory she got.
But joy, its XMAS time,
Shop mad n get debt 4 time,
Its a messed up gd night,
N yuletide good times.
But this is Santas Skrew,
His wallnuts r cold n blu,
Rudolphs b glowing red soon,
Coz he's stuck in your flue.
So ur presents will b late,
As it's all not always up 2 fate,
Santa's bellys far too great,
N all prezzies, China slave made.
So I'll end this shit Skrew,
Coz I got fuck all else 2 do,
I'd love to Facetalk to a few,
But chose 2 write 2 r crew!
© 2020 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid
Sounds like some xmas you're looking forward to, Rob. Another good poem!
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