Merry Christmas

Her alarm goes off at 10:30,
I am heavy with hangover
and there is still no sign
of a twitch in the cock department.

She roams frantically around the room
applying make up, adding clothes,
escaping nakedness.
There is almost an argument,

I shaved off my beard last night
whilst drunk and frustrated
with my life, I do not regret it,
but she is struggling to locate
her attraction to me.

Still, this is Christmas,
she will be sat with her son,
his father and family
watching joyously
as the child opens his presents,
maybe wondering about the paths
she took.

I however have just had a shower,
read some Bukowski whilst taking a shit,
and now I'm writing this
before putting on some clothes
to head to the pub
where I can sit with the rest of my kind
in contemplation of who we are.