CHRISTMAS EVE
ITCHY
BITCHY
WATCHING THE LIGHTS
BLINKING AND
BRIGHT,
OH
WHAT A NIGHT
FOR A
TERRIBLE
FLIGHT:
INTO THE
DEPTHS
OF POISON
OAK HELL
EVER BEEN
THERE
DOES THIS
RING ANY BELLS,
COMING AFTER
A YEAR OF
BUMPS
HELIMUM
HIGHS
AND
TOUGH
BITTER LUMPS,
I NEVER
EXPECTED
TO JUMP
BACK TO
SUMMER
WHEN I RUSTLED
THE BUSHES
AND CAUSED
A BIG BUMMER:
I SHOULD HAVE
KNOWN THEN
WHAT I KNOW
NOW,
STAY CLEAR
OF FORAYS
INTO THE BOUGH,
AND THEN
HERE’S THE
WORST,
THE TERRIBLE
CURSE IS THAT
I DID IT AGAIN
WITH THE VERY
SAME CLOTHES
MANY MONTHS
LATER
IN THE
RAT RACE
REPOSE,
I’LL BET
YOU DON’T KNOW
(AND THIS IS
THE TRUTH)
THAT THE OIL REMAINS
IN THOSE
SWEET LITTLE
PANTS
AND TANK TOPS
AND HOODIES
THAT MAKE
FOR A DANCE,