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I no longer need to believe in a Sanity Clause

 I really hate Christmas
But more than that
I hate Santa Clause
Fat, jolly, red, fucker
What’s the joke fatso?
What’s with the ho, ho, ho
Diabetic levels through the roof?
Got your fat ass stuck
Dioreha, trapped wind
Dementia got your tongue
Or is it that you are a red
And white fur alcoholic
Farting and falling over
Smelling of Pepto Bismol
Or maybe a seasonal paedophile
Have you been a good little boy?
Or are you still on the register
Whichever, you’re a fuckin disgrace
With your red blood shot eyes
Your snotty running nose
Your saliva matted beard
Your piss stained boots
Your red trouser bulge
And your wandering hands
You can keep your presents
You can keep your hack sentiments
I bet even Rudolph hates you
And the elves think you’re a twat
I bet Mrs Clause want a divorce
You’re just a fat disgusting dick
I have squarely had enough
For me; no more, not this year
I’ll give you fuckin ho, ho, ho
With my new Xmas M16
Santa is about to get sleighed
Gonna pop a cap in his fat ass
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