with broken arms,
a nasty note and a dead rat,
I carry with me
her suspension of disbelief
why can’t I be the genius
who solved the greatest
problems of his time
am I even beyond
metaphorical assistance
why must I be a paint brush
when we need a wrench
her arrival at the correct velocity
in order to perceive
has been cancelled, and filed away
this abstraction shall
repeat in sequenceThe holidays are over, you've gained twenty pounds
The cat's choking on tinsel, pine needles stalk the ground
There are no cards in the mailbox, just a stack of bills
Yes, the holidays are over and you are feeling ill
Have a happy Christmas hangover
It's the most miserable time of the year
The eggnog's made you fat, the party is over
'Cept for your wacky Uncle who is still drinking your beer
Turkey's great on Christmas bur after a whole month
Of turkey pie stew and pie you start to dread lunch
Breakfast is much scarier cuz all there is to eat
Is fourteen Christmas cakes and a bag of cranberries
Have a happy Christmas hangover
It's the most miserable time of the year
Your uncle's in the bathroom and granny's on the sofa
And you start to wish that they'd just disappear
You ate too many liquor-filled chocolates
Got no money left in your pockets
But at least you got lots of
Ugly sweaters and bow ties and socks
(And twenty-two calenders!)
You're skin is pale and pasty, your energy is spent
Along with all the money you need to pay the rent
The children are all crying 'cuz they've broken all their toys
Is this misery worth one day of joy?
Have a happy Christmas hangover
It's the most miserable time of the year
Your uncle has passed out on granny on the sofa
And you start to wish that you could disappear
And you start to wish that you cold disappear