(this poem is not against any holiday ritual. it's just a poem.)
Brown rice with baked chicken THIGHS
just in time for the game,
with a cup of warm coffee on the SIDE.
If family and friends invite me over;
"no thank you"
I don't have to create a LIE.
Alone for the holidays
is the perfect event for a celibate man who has not yet
been introduced to his BRIDE.
Freedom of choice opens the door to the ability to CHOOSE.
Instead of blindly celebrating popular rituals,
I'd rather concentrate on sharpening spiritual TOOLS.
Continuously producing Positive Poetry is how
I regenerate my virtuous FUSE.
Alone for the holidays is my absolute favorite TIME.
Some people are afraid to be alone.
Some threaten suicide if they can't be
with others of their KIND.
Before I first saw light, I too was once BLIND.
A humble poet has now awakened to properly
produce poetry in the key of RHYME.
Break the psychological shackles which continue
to arrest the development of the BRAIN.
Staying healthy and SANE
is so much more than
winning the rich man's GAME.
True believers must not allow aristocratic egos
to cause us suffrage and PAIN.
Alone for the holidays, for me,
is shelter from their storms of acid RAIN.
Only two things I can offer an unwelcome intruder;
a smile or a TEAR. Crooked path walkers will surely
insult me with comments such as;
"That dude is either crazy or WEIRD!"
A man who is comfortable with what he believes
is a man without FEAR.
Alone for the holidays, by far,
is my absolute favorite time of YEAR.