Woe is christmas

this one is based on actual events that happened to me on the holidays of 2011. i write too many depressing poems man.....

It’s that time of the year, old friends gather, where we all get shattered, the time of togetherness, overdue forgiveness, welcome to the love of Christmas, but it can be ungrateful….for instance, my presents completely shadow my presence, essence of my joy is nothing but an errand to get people toys, a ploy to reverse engineer my generosity, turning it into animosity.

Christmas? Animosity? Nonsense. Incredibly this is reality. The anger and anguish which is now established has made me fear this time of year. Clearly the image of Christmas has been altered, deformed and desensitised. It thanks to the majority of greedy eyes and impotent minds. Causing pig like reactions to overpaid transactions. Christmas has lost its meaning to the many. Gluttony and envy have taken stage. Decadence will exhume old rivalries and chivalry, misguided potency and hot tempered blasphemy. This is Christmas for the masses…..so please. Raise you’re f*****g glasses.

Author's Note

can you give me some advice on the ending...to be perfectly fair i am not that happy with it.

Reviews

[K-mo]

this is really good, i actually like the ending the way it is