with apologies to whats-his-name
December is the cruelest month,
With its violent lists and mandatory participation.
It is pretty enough,
Snow white, blonde and hateful.
It doesn’t hear a word you say
And it sees through your picket signs.
It shrivels your dick up with a long breathe
And stuffs its turkey with your heart and hard work.
It dresses up like Santa and kills your family
Over milk and cookies. It takes your last dime
To shoot your children up on heroin
the color of piss on snow.
December comes once a year
With a grudge and a bag of bloody tricks
To manipulate you with its proof
That everyone loves red, green, knit hats
and a good snow in December.