there's no worse time
than the holidays
imposing
enforcing
our predetermined
roles
and preordained
sentiments
what are you?
the asshole
too misanthropic
too conceited
to accept
your agreed upon
role
and all
their expectations
of the holidays?
who are you?
the snotty brat
expecting
anything more
from the holidays
than anybody
else?
i suppose
i'll try again
with a cold
coca-cola
a bb gun
or a new sweeper
to make things
feel
the way
they're supposed to
i suppose
this year
i'll try again
faking it
till i finally
make it
though
so far
after all these years
of holiday cheer
i
like everyone else
still
haven't made it
i suppose
i'll try pretending
for the sake
of the season
that what falls
between
this holiday
and next year's
won't
be the same
regardless
of a bb gun
or
a brand new
sweeper
sometimes
i wonder
what's the point
of the holidays?
i guess
it's that time of year
when we gear up
like a pep
or pollical rally
a booster club
for warming up
the mind and muscles
for accepting
another year
of faking it all
so we can make it
through
another year
(MRobins blog)
Gobblers & Masticadores 