MEANING
MALICIOUS
Ice freezes the portly man as he tumbles down
and life laughs back at circumstance. The wiry
trim of the applesauce scene makes mincemeat
out of season and jolly. My God, I hate this holiday
bliss - all that joyousness dead, the Thanksgiving
fed, the minions all munching on holly and mistletoe
too. The fat Santa is falling, on me and on you. I hate
all the things all these people do. It's so early, and
the shit's started already.
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