*Grinch*
"Jingle bell...?"
Jingle Hell!
Jingle well, fuck!
Watch the axes swing, hear the warning bells ring.
Well frosted, the souls of
The ones that I love.
Nice.
Now the jingle fuckup has begun.
"Jingle bell...?"
Jingle Hell!
Jingle, this sucks!
Jingle belles cry in jingle belle style:
Dancing, and prancing in jingle Hell here
In the kitchen's choking air.
"What a bright time! It's the right time..."
To lock myself away.
"Jingle bell time, it's a swell time..."
To drown the lot of you in fucking Jabi lake.
"Giddyup!"
Get the fuck
Out of my room.
"Jingle around the clock..."
Girl, you'll meet both Kris and Kringle when I give you a beat!
"Why so mad?"
It's your Jingle bell,
It's my Jingle Hell
It's my Jingle WELL, FUCK!
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
