+_+_+_+ Holiday Poem - part 1 +_+_ 101 freeway takes your breath away 10,001 fume at a time Jimmy Komma has exhausted his dues, period Take him somewhere with fat trees and girls with only skinny lies about about how much pork went into the Pelmenis and that sort of thing Make my erection not a farce Give it good clean dirt to do something to Give up squirting these dirty monologues at noon Start the play, drop the costume Ladies and gentlemen, presenting: the cosplay of a Lady and a Gentleman Ignore the reputations lurking behind the actors Focus on the blur of ink beneath her black stalkings Two tattoos, three? I don’t yet want to know The third is a tiny ribbon, tied into a bow Christmas is fucking coming Out here by the 101 fwy where it never snows +_+_+ I write “Pussyless Christmas” And I moan Because it sounds too good and I think Great, now I’ll have to be alone But wait… Wet Christmas Out here by the 101 freeway where it never snows, White Christmas probably means something about blow but Wet Christmas That’s the fucking show
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