Friday, December 26, 2014

I Don't Celebrate Christmas.

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through my house
Wasn't shit going on because I don't celebrate Christmas.

My socks were on the floor because I threw them there
In the hopes that maybe tomorrow I'll feel like doing laundry.

The cats were acting shady in the shadows of night
Just to trip me up when I tried to go to the bathroom.

My woman in her afro and I in my drawls
Were watching crappy sci fi movies from the library.

When outside my door, there arose such a clatter
Who's that peeking in my window?

Pow. Nobody now.

The End

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