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Unholy Holidays
No letters, no messages, no gifts
Wednesday came and went
like the wind,
an awakening
the cold, smacking
more than just a face
losing hope in the human race
a rats race
only the cheese is a disgrace
a selfie, selfish and without pace
no more heartbeat left
living in this place
stand up and deliver
or you'll be watching
from out past the door
a leper on an island that's lost
in the dreaded triangle
no longer of this dimension
no longer worth a mention
Wednesday came and went
like the wind,
an awakening
the cold, smacking
more than just a face
losing hope in the human race
a rats race
only the cheese is a disgrace
a selfie, selfish and without pace
no more heartbeat left
living in this place
stand up and deliver
or you'll be watching
from out past the door
a leper on an island that's lost
in the dreaded triangle
no longer of this dimension
no longer worth a mention
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