Believe it or not, I'm not shocked
By the disaster that has been brought
Couple of nights I have fought
The urge to act upon a nasty plot
My eyes are bloodshot
I have overthought
Why would I not
Here, in this narrow spot
My true nature, left to rot
My own identity I have mocked
By letting others have their lot
Denying my right to be pleased at heart
"Ghost of Christmas Past" at last..
What a despicable mess, born fast
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