A Bleak and Bitter Christmas

Sorry, Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Santa, I'm just not feeling it this year

Photo credit. M.O.L. The ownver of this lovely tree.

Black Christmas trees and

muddy snow

Middle fingers

and tattoos

No sunshine

It’s fog

We come out only when

It rains

To hell with flowers,

and lush hills

Please give me a dystopian

City with smog

No sound of music

Just distortion

Your potty mouth

Are my words

Of life

We laugh at storms

Together

We speak in chaos

and strife

I don’t have the Christmas

Spirit

I have the dark

December poltergeist

Ornate with with

Black lights

Liquor in my egg nog

Is a friend to me

No family functions