The Best Christmas Ever!!

The Best Xmas Ever

By The Punk Poet Detectives

A family of four generations
Sit around a table
They make small talk
And pretend to care
But they've all got places
They'd rather be
False smiles
And forced imprisonment
For one Solitary day
Alcohols served like salvation in a bottle
Moronic Christmas tunes,
make the ears bleed
The skin crawl
The Turkeys red raw
Like a casualty of war
The roast potatoes taste like bullets
Tinsel droops like a hangman's noose
Devoid of Christmas cheer
The host raises his glass to make a toast
I'll see you all this time next year
Concealed cutlery
replaces yuletide family mirth
There's no harmony
around this table
I refuse to crack a smile
I'm simply not able
I have no desire to pull your cracker
I rather slap you round the forehead
and kick you in the knackers.
vibes, smells, negative and otherwise
seep through the walls
like winter rain
as the sprouts take effect
on my bowels and I involuntary strain.
silence becomes contagious
as we fall to the floor
in-laws and outlaws
trample through the door
lets not do this again
not now not ever
but for some
money making
corporate whore somewhere
This is the best Xmas ever