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Boxing Day

Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He went missing after he last feasted on her.
Yet here he is again with cutlery in hand,large bib around his neck.
He doesn't want her spillage on his body or mind.
Hungry and ready.
Pleasant and desirable.
What a conniving,cunning,heartless, selfish diner.

Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
He knows before he knocks that the door will be opened.
That the one behind the door will ignore his past behaviour and forget his past destruction.

Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
His sole purpose is sex and she will comply after her initial but futile resistance.
You see, in her mind he cares and if he cares she will gladly fall at his meat ( no pun intended).

Now for the rhyming part.

Every day is Christmas for the man without a heart.
He will eat her three course meal,clean up and then depart.
He will leave her body sated, her mind,her heart besmirched.
Won't give a bloody damn and on Sunday go to church.

Every day is Christmas day for the man without a heart.
Resilience just won't do it luv.
Resistance is the start.
Ignore his constant knocking.
Protect your soul,your heart.

Every day is Christmas for the man without a heart.

Don't let the bastard in ,smooth talker knocks once more.
He doesn't give a damn he perceives you as his whore.
Let him go on wandering he'll find another door.
His blackened soul goes with him.
He'll be gone for ever more.

Every day is boxing day for the man who has a heart.