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Dark Holiday. . .
Faces painted colors distinct and frightening Red lines crossing green noses Orange flowers painted on blue cheeks Black hearts on white foreheads It is a Christmas circus And the ringmaster is absent What little toys are being made On these summer days What debauchery do the eternal elves play When left alone in the dark The after effects are done And the after party is still goin’ on Does the next drug kick in Or was it forgotten And the downer side of life Takes its toll In the regions between the poles Comfortable temperatures are found Yet a bipolar is so interesting The nether regions are constantly being explored As if there were a magic kingdom at the tip Of our consciousness If the world of the mind is stretched too thin We snap If the seizure finds a beat Then the music is fluttering eyelids And a skipping heart Who gives Santa his Christmas present Do they play white elephant at the North Pole Does a drunken elf photocopy her butt And send it in reply to thousands Of good little boys Is she wearing lingerie And giving BJs under snowflake shaped desks Did a bishop of her Christian faith sexually molester her when she was little Or is she just rebelling against high heels