Literature
Fuck it, it's Christmas
Decking the halls with the loo-paper roll Soap in our stockings instead of sweet coal Hand sanitiser wrapped up with a bow and Masks on the telly for Santa and co. So, fuck it, it's Christmas and that kind of year So let's all get shitfaced on turkey and beer Unless you're not well, then, mate, just take it slow I wish you good cheer and more love than you know Chatting to family through a fucking zoom call Hugs on the 'net besting nothing at all Opening presents, that's if there are any, 'Cause shopping this year has been a bit hard So, fuck it, it's Christmas and that kind of year So let's all get shitfaced on turkey and beer Unless you're not well, then, mate, just take it slow I wish you good cheer and more love than you know Better inside than out there in the wild Where Karens roam freely, their grievances filed Dicknoses, chin diapers, store clerks abused It's hard to breathe easy So, fuck it, it's Christmas and that kind of year So let's all get shitfaced on turkey and
