Crappy Holidaze

The season is upon us, Won't matter if you fight it.
No bloody Xmas poems this year, no inspiration to write it.

I rack my brain for pleasantries to type upon some paper
But all that can be mustered is faded memes and vapors.



Seems there was a time when this was all a blast.
But now it's all behind us and we're "Living in the Past."

We used to go to weddings, football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes, and after funeral brunches.



We used to have some parties, hangovers filled with pain.
Now we have body aches ,depression, and Rogaine.

We used to travel to places near and far.
Now we get sore asses from riding in the car.

This is true and it is so, the tale it has been told
you ain't getting better, your just getting old.


We used to send out greetings that were warm and true.
At least there is some comfort, It's something we still do.

Wishing you and yours a happy holiday!
Health, Wealth and Happiness let nothing you dismay,
Hope neither of us bites the bullet
Before this Xmas day!

Remember folks-

Give a man a fish, and you'll feed him for a day;
Give him a religion, and he'll starve to death while praying for a fish.

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