Monday, 29 December 2025

God rest ye merry gentlemen

I was hoping to do sweet f.a. this charmless period,
I will be harmlessly armless until January,
Smoking bare xmas trees. 
I thought a quarter ought to motivate me. 
Automotive ain’t me. 
I’ve been chuffing nimbus. 
a volcanic eruption, this crimbus. 
Sans Santa, sans tree. 
Human race, go on without me. 
I’m resting, not restive. 
Festering, not festive. 
I want to enjoy the freedom I’ve been blessed with. 
Pack my shit, leave the planet. 
So for the love of the baby jesus, can I just get situated, before I’m orchestrated into some creepy gay shit, fucking Janet?