Tis the season

I walk past dirty little sidestreets
Pretentious signs for new and exciting clubs
Pop up periodically
Things here are in sing song happiness
Warbled tunes of merry making crackle
Through ancient speakers
Everyone's so glad it's come to the time
When they may lavish their love upon all
The time of year to straighten up
And quit being a shit
To be exploited by money munching corporations
And tra la la their way right into debt

But is it all worth it in the end
Why do we need regimented reminders
To spend quality time with our families
To gobble it all down under the blanket of excess
Then wait for dreary January
And fall so fast into an empty void
We wonder in misery what for?
Until next November
When circumstantial amnesia makes us ignorant
To our own self disgust

 

my personal favorite part of the poem. you get your message across clearly, sometimes people like to drown their work in such extreme subtlety that it loses its meaning. you did not do this, good job!