It Ain’t Easy Bein’ A Christmas Grump

To tell you the most honest truth

Bein’ grumpy ain’t that easy,

To spread bad gossip ‘bout The Main Man’s birth

Can make one sort of queasy.

Imagine havin’ to contort one’s face

To match one’s cranky mood,

To ruin everybody’s cheer in case

Bulldozin’ festive yards’ no good.

Bashin’ Santa and his reindeer,

Pokin’ fun at yuletide jingles,

Makin’ little kiddies squirm in fear

Gives one amazin’ tingles.

Though scroogin’ is one’s favorite hobby,

Sometimes it can make one ponder

If deckin’ the halls with boughs of holly

Is really that much better.

One wonders if it’s more sensible

To spend the holidays with pals and family,

Yeah okay, it could be possible

That togetherness trumps bein’ sad and lonely.

Hangin’ Christmas decor and carol singin’

‘stead of boo-in’ Santa and ridiculin’ rhymes,

No “bah humbug” and words a-stinkin’

Can mean much happier times.

“It ain’t easy bein’ a Christmas grump,” says my quote

I’m givin’ it up, just so we’re clear,

So instead of endin’ with a sour note

Here’s to an awesome Christmas, and a better brand-new Year!

(Christmas Retold writing assignment.)

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- November 2, 2006 -

When Fed Vicious Lies...

I, your most indignant nemesis,

Am fueled by acrimonious
Madness, so vindictive and unrelenting.

Waging war is my business, constant
Rage, my companion.
Angry subliminal demons at my beck and call.
Trust my vengeance,
Hateful and unsatisfied--
For it will persecute you,
Undermine you until you are
Left with nothing.

(Seven Sins writing assignment, Wrath.)

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She-Devil

These fornicating hands
Are out for revenge.
Your curves,
Almost illicit and foreboding,
Make fools out of libidinous
Silver-tongued lovers.
Your mind-blowing existence,
Your melodic mantra
For enticing lonely souls
Is enough to whet the appetite
Of the lecherous beast within.

(Seven Sins writing assignment, Lust.)

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- September 15, 2006 -
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Feast for One

I shall consume you entirely.

With every indulgent bite,
I am gleeful,
I am impenitent
In my act of conquering.

For each insatiable nibble,
I bask in your desperate desire
To experience
The mere taste of ecstasy.

Even if I reach the sands of contentment,
No sea of ravenous mongrels
Will make my incessant craving cease.
What's mine is mine; and mine, you are.

(Seven Sins writing assignment, Gluttony.)

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