My gift to you this season:
The lack of sunshine kills me
In order for this poem to rhyme
I have to make fun of the GOP
They’re on their soapbox more and more
Now they’re boycotting a bunch of stores
“It is the birth of Christ, that you should adore”
Even if He was born in the Spring
Oh December Time, Oh December Time
I can’t pay for heating
In order to save a dime
I’m not buying anything!
The price of gas has made me poor
And execs profit more and more
I think its time we evened the score
Can you say,”Correctional facility?”
Oh December Time, Oh December Time
Every year its misery
Oh December Time, Oh December Time
I have to see my family
I moved away and I was fine
But I can’t escape heredity
It’s medication that is called for
It’s the fighting and crying I abhor
With a drunken recap of family lore
I deserve your sympathy
Oh December Time, Oh December Time
My relatives are all crazy
Oh December Time, Oh December Time
I can’t wait for January…
Happy Holidays from The Sardonic Sideshow!
