MERRY?

CHRISTMAS ?

 It's getting crowdier 

 as the season grows

 it gets crampier

 by the hour.

While most unbothered

many no fair

Some more fearful 

many over dare.

"Green" grudge "Blue"

what "Maroon" hates "Turquoise" 

"Beige" wishes be hers

 before "Amber" gets it all.

Live celebrate Joy to I to me & to mine  

The rest smells lousy bad

 to be despised

Who is here to care 

or give a Fíck.

Woa yes much crowdier now

as the minutes tick 

Empty fakers speak 

lots loud out there

foul air freeking flow

warming eggs

make credits grow.

Many yet lulled kept fooled 

by what rolls empty laden 

over under 

on & on

from steeples to domes via fanciful tomes.

As glitteringly selling

bright & loud 

thro handouts

packed cloaked zeroéd 

Love, care, charity, aid, 

& every other SH°†.

We dun care 

Nor give a híck

Long as half of what "J" wouldn't swallow 

"X" would eat.

"F" go grab all she wants 

"U" feels her's not enough  

"S" so too

they 3 can both go frúck the bucket with their list. 

We're not shedding  anié hair 

For long as quarter of what "J" wouldn't eat

"X" would swallow ½

The rest we yet will share.

"C" go take all he wants,

Along with mighty "K" 

for theirs that they can't

never bring. 

Not a byté do we care 

Long as tinié bit "J" needn't swallow  

"X" will gladly leave,

WÉ thé RÉS†  

would sharé.