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Ho Ho Ho!

Ho Ho! Dear reader, I am no Santa
before you out-gloat my gloat.
I am merely an anti-hero
revelling in cocktails.
Bring every type of alcoholic ice tea
to the table and I will smile
over your frowns.
Every girl in here looks unwell
apart from the one I drink with.
But, my reason for being here
is somewhat contradicted
by my being here.
I sip hard on my drink,
ignore the music of ‘Plan B’
who has been sold to me as clever,
but sat here, half cut,
I compare him to Satie
and Waits,
and realise I should never listen
to those who make recommendations.
Sometimes!

I digress,
I will make a cigarette,
and inhale the air outside
alongside my poison,
but before I do,
I must say this,
and I am not a fool.
I know that anyone reading this
has been guilty of having a pen
in their hand and attempting
to consolidate life for themselves.
Well, put it down and live!
You cannot write poetry right now.
It is reserved for the closing chapters.
All we have been are observationists.
We are not writing poetry,
we are writing
no more than
concise diary entries.

Let live my friends,
because under the influence
I say I love you,
and that is more than I can stand.
Anyway, I toast to you…
Now throw your pens away
and live!
Written by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
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