Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A Very Denny's Christmas
The decadence of decay,
Spilled over the morose
And coy, dances one of
A thousand jigs to
Escape the sound of the
Rain spilling on the ground.
Attitudes able to freeze
Warm hearts.
Oh the clarity, and the
Way icicles sound
When compared to chattering teeth,
How pleasurable, knives
Become better company
Over time.
Desertion, served with
Revenge, sprinkled with
Desperation, all topped
Off with misery and regret,
Makes a wonderful dish
When piled with reality.
Laughter as sweet as blood,
Tickles the gag reflexes
Of karma, until vomit
Makes a grand entrance
All over the floor, just
Another Merry Christmas
With no emphasis on the Christ,
Plenty of emphasis on the recieving part.
Clandestine and smelling sick,
The evening is grim and
Wrought with frost from greed.
It wouldn't be Christmas
Without the obsessive whining.
But then, it wouldn't be whining
Without the obsessive family.
Scissor splits on precious skin
And a tree aglow.
The eyes are magic, but
There will always be tears as sheep follow sheep, or
When eye see ewe.
December 25, 2007
Suge
Spilled over the morose
And coy, dances one of
A thousand jigs to
Escape the sound of the
Rain spilling on the ground.
Attitudes able to freeze
Warm hearts.
Oh the clarity, and the
Way icicles sound
When compared to chattering teeth,
How pleasurable, knives
Become better company
Over time.
Desertion, served with
Revenge, sprinkled with
Desperation, all topped
Off with misery and regret,
Makes a wonderful dish
When piled with reality.
Laughter as sweet as blood,
Tickles the gag reflexes
Of karma, until vomit
Makes a grand entrance
All over the floor, just
Another Merry Christmas
With no emphasis on the Christ,
Plenty of emphasis on the recieving part.
Clandestine and smelling sick,
The evening is grim and
Wrought with frost from greed.
It wouldn't be Christmas
Without the obsessive whining.
But then, it wouldn't be whining
Without the obsessive family.
Scissor splits on precious skin
And a tree aglow.
The eyes are magic, but
There will always be tears as sheep follow sheep, or
When eye see ewe.
December 25, 2007
Suge
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A Very Denny`s Christmas
A Very Denny`s Christmas
