November 2018

November Poem

Everyone so so beautiful
With a long, drawn out sigh
Oh me oh my
The only joy I know
Is this song
He thinks
Pinching the end of his nose
To curse that kid back in 8th grade
...!
What’s that? Bells?

Salvation Army guys...

Hmm...
Does Santa dread returning to the pole
After a night on the sky
Drinking with reindeer and
Breaking into houses?

To my left, she’s in an ugly hat and pissed off about her eggs
He carefully de-folds a napkin and does what he can with a unstable sandwich that tastes great with coffee

November 21, 2018
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