A Little More Fucked Up Than Christmas

Now I don't
know why,
can't explain
it.
It's like this
feeling inside me
that grows with
each passing day.
Gradually and surely
increasing in intensity
until
                                          splat!

Brain's on the
                                                               ­                                                         wall.
The red
really complements
the green
paint.
It looks like
Christmas
only a little
more fucked
up.