It Must Be Christmas


The same repeated, same repeated, same repeated rhythm,
tunes as pleasant as desperately needing a piss,
the harmony of insincerity,
the colour of emptiness,
and lyrics which rhyme like you're a cat and someone's stamping on your tail.

It must be Christmas.

image: poem

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