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!
